Volume 95, Issue 37

Wednesday, November 7, 2001
 
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SPORTS

Ruggers lose a close final

The golden stroke

Western remains unbeaten

Sunday sporting extravaganza

Fencing is slashing good fun

Sunday sporting extravaganza

Marty's Mantra
Dave Martin
Sports Editor


With an exam this past Monday, I decided to set aside an entire weekend for studying.

Unfortunately, things didn't turn out as planned. When Saturday became a write-off for some much needed brain recovery from that four-hour exam, I looked to Sunday to go to task.

Sunday though was a day of sport and I definitely should've known better than try and fight it.

Every time I walked by the television that day I swear there was a force coming out of it, like a divine hand – grabbing me and planting me in a nearby chair.

Usually, I can withstand the urge, but that Sunday, the power of sports was far greater than any will power I had.

First, it was Mike Weir, our great Canadian golfer, duking it out with the big boys all day and winning the PGA Tour Championship in a four-person playoff.

Then came the hollering of my roommates about the aerials of Vince Carter and this time, the hand snagged me from my desk chair upstairs, dragging me down to catch a couple quarters of the Raptors victory.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it hit me – the seventh game of the World Series was minutes away from starting. Say goodnight studying – this exam was going down the tubes.

The hand held me fast in the chair, making me contemplate hitting the bottle to officially cancel any possible studying. I refrained from that temptation and was able to sneak away for a couple innings here and there, but by the seventh inning, I was entrenched for the rest of the game.

Any baseball fan who watched the last three innings of the World Series had to have been completely entertained and caught up in the excitement.

The baseball gods could not have created a better ending to a baseball season, which will probably have Bud Selig smiling ear to ear for the next four months or until the realization of another endless season is just around the corner.

Those damn Yankees from the Bronx, back-to-back-to-back defending champs, versus "the little team that could" from Arizona. A true David and Goliath match-up on paper, but as the Diamondbacks proved, heart is measured on the field, not on the lineup card.

What made it even more entertaining was to watch the game with my roommate, who's a hardcore New York fan – against me, a hardcore, anti-New York fan.

New York had the premier closer in the business, touted by the announcer as "possibly the best post-season relief pitcher in history," taking a one run lead into the bottom of the ninth.

For the next fifteen minutes, I was in the air out of my seat more than I was on the ground. Unbelievably exciting baseball – a phrase that has been lost in history for far too many years, emerged again to unfold in one of the greatest series finishes imaginable.

Bottom of the ninth, the fans were going wild, bases loaded, game tied, the best pitcher on the mound versus the best hitter at the plate. Can there be a more dramatic moment in all of sports?

I'd have to say no and the excitement level of jumping up and down after a Luis Gonzalez single is hard to match as well.

That of course, is debatable, but what I do know for sure is that they really shouldn't schedule exams on Mondays.


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