This section of the paper is usually filled with doom and gloom over happenings on campus or around the world. Constant negativity about any and every policy under the sun is the name of the game when it comes to this editorial. In fact, when writing opinions, the golden rule is generally this: if you can't write something bitter, jaded and angry, don't write anything at all. However, we have a problem.
It's just too nice out. Even down in our basement home, we just can't seem to work up the spite and anger needed for a good, vicious browbeating of President Crow's environmental policies or George Bush's lack of racial tolerance. Today, it feels like life is just too good to waste time complaining.
Maybe it's just the weather. Call us crazy but the collective sigh of relief was almost audible across the Valley this weekend when temperatures finally dipped enough to wear a long sleeved shirt to Oktoberfest.
Then again, maybe it's our sports teams. Let's take a look at this last weekend. The Sun Devil football team pulled off a win against Washington State to improve to 6-0. The once-hapless Arizona Cardinals won again this weekend to improve to 3-2. And, in an impressive display of youthful exuberance, the Arizona Diamondbacks beat the tar out of the Chicago Cubs to move to the second round of the playoffs. Finally, the Suns start preseason play this week. Awesome. Simply awesome. This might be one of the best overall weeks for Arizona sports that we can remember.
Finally, although October 12 doesn't mark such a good anniversary for those of the Native American persuasion, Columbus did land in America 515 years ago. Perhaps his adventuresome spirit still resurfaces each Columbus Day, which, oddly enough, was Monday, to make us all feel a little better about life. If he had the guts to sail a bunch of crummy little boats across the ocean for three straight months with no guarantee of finding anything, then the rest of us can certainly face each day with vigor and zest.
In any case, the complaining that usually rules this space must, every once in a while, be interrupted by the acknowledgement that being alive is a pretty good thing, no matter what moronic mistakes America's foreign policy masters are currently committing.
So smile folks, and go ride bikes. If you don't feel good yet, you will when you're done.
