Turf Talk: Cinderella Story Becomes Legend
No one expected the Polytechnic Pitchforks to do this well. They are a young team with little stability, but they’ve made one heck of an impression; they’re gelling as a team, and it shows.
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No one expected the Polytechnic Pitchforks to do this well. They are a young team with little stability, but they’ve made one heck of an impression; they’re gelling as a team, and it shows.
Birthdays usually entail the materialistic objects of desire. Freshman year was a birthday like none other for Megan Henriksen. No, she did not remember opening up boxes of the tangibles, but opening up her passion. Henriksen welcomed the world of swing dancing into her life.
The “giant” task at hand wasn’t much of a load to carry at all. The women’s lacrosse team, carefree at this point, put on their aviators, socialized and debriefed with homemade cookies; the aura on Feb. 5 came in more than a “super” fashion.
As a kid, I always wanted to be a space cowboy. I’m sure you’ve dreamed of some crazy, unrealistic profession or activity too. But for now, I’m sitting in this concrete chair with no cushion, still dreaming of something that could’ve been.
It’s about as diverse as yin and yang; Tim Marchisotto and Ty Callahan are not at a common ground. Neither is the team. This contrast is currently a monkey on the back of Arizona State’s men’s soccer team.
He wasn’t only wearing a neon wind-jacket and a grin, but also a faded Sun Devil hat. Wade Houy’s grin, ear-to-ear, resembled the sweat-stained Sparky emblem on his head — the Phoenix resident could not help but to laugh.
Paige Szymkowski can shred. When she sees the sand particles kick up from the asphalt, she can only imagine white cotton ball-like matter falling back down. She loves the snow.
John Sanders was hoping that his 18th birthday would arrive faster than a speeding bullet; actually, that’s the very reason why he couldn’t wait. With his birthday and graduation close, Sanders was eyeing that AK47 in the window of Dean’s Gun Shop in Saint Joseph, Missouri.
Women’s Lacrosse Head Coach Maren Henley could make excuses this season. With a small 18-player roster — it hasn’t been that low since 2004 — the 12-year coach will have to strategize. The Western Women’s Lacrosse League is nothing less than the denoted Division I caliber.
Much like a backyard Frisbee, the persona of the Men’s Ultimate team, the Diablos, has spun around, pulling a complete one-eighty this year. In a doomed routine that was too laid back to survive the Desert Conference, something had to change.
So, I was on Facebook doing the usual—Farmville and random procrastination—intending to do my English homework and English homework only. Needless to say, fat chance. No, this time I didn’t have a steady eye on my crops to make sure they didn’t wither. I had my eyes fixed on a new obsession.
To recollect, I see the sun shining in all parts of the Valley. On all four campuses, Sun Devil nation is represented positively by those who put in the effort—scholars, athletes and combined, student athletes. Athletically, representation is not only subjected to division I athletics, although those athletes have stood tall so far this year. (Beat those Broncos!) The Arizona sun covers more ground than that.
For those with a competitive spirit looking to satisfy that urge, intramural sports among Arizona State University’s four campuses are there to help. With tournaments and league-play—flag football, volleyball, basketball and softball—the athlete in everyone can be brought out. The Downtown Phoenix campus has given students the entrée, the extreme of these sports.
The Polytechnic Pitchforks have become more than a team just listed on paper as they prepare for the season. How does the team look?
Sure, Sun Devil baseball deals the heat. They are the mitochondrion that gives life to the Tempe campus and draws a baseball crowd like none other. Then again, who said America’s pastime is only subjected to one campus alone? David LaCilento did not.
Looking forward, I see a disgraceful beginning. One filled with fights, off-field scandal and bigger changes resulting from them. This is the dawn of when athletes do not preach sportsmanship through actions.
I’m not sure why this was even up for discussion. To pay college players for their play? Pointless. Sure, college sports have become part of the entertainment industry—the epic games, icons and merchandise. It’s a commodity. Even so, amateurism will take on a new form of the word in foolishness if this ever happened; it’s a rookie decision. It’s but a mere reaction to the hoopla of the games, that’s it.
A Cinderella story comes every once in a while, a shocker-team comes right out of the blue when time calls for it. As for the women’s rugby club, they want a “happily ever after,” even to start. They see their opportunity now, so to pull through right at the end would be a disappointment.
Out in the wider pastures of the West, cowboys use their horses to round-up the cattle, to the very last bull; this has been historic. Now fast-forwarding to the somewhat green “pastures” of the Polytechnic campus at Arizona State University, riders use their control differently. No, they don’t round-up anything but they make up for that in style. ASU’s western equestrian club uses their control to rack-up points.
Usually all athletes cringe at the sight of a hospital. That means weeks to months not doing the sport you love at least; you tell yourself “no, not going to happen,” but it’s usually undisputable. Then again, what if it shed a different light of opportunity? Under the Arizona sun, Lindsey Ryder can’t help but to be thankful for her injury.
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