The scoreboard at Kraft Field after the women's soccer match on Wednesday read like a defensive struggle: Tufts 1, Babson 0. But anyone who witnessed the Jumbos' offensive dominance of the Beavers would say that this match was far more lopsided than the goal difference indicates.
This week, I will be focusing on the rules of cricket by relating it to baseball. I will also talk about the various quirky terms that have come to be associated with cricket.
The golf team this past weekend earned its best finish of the season, scoring an eighth-place finish out of 18 teams at the Williams Invitational.
If individual NFL seasons received names, 2009−2010 would likely have gone down as the Year of the Dominant Teams.
As the Tufts volleyball team on Tuesday night entered its match with UMass Boston, it may have been feeling invincible. After all, the Jumbos had won 10 straight matches — including 25 straight sets — and received a fresh No. 25 national ranking earlier in the day.
While football has proven to be quite a thrill ride so far this year, it is not just the NFL that is supplying the excitement.
Despite a runner−up finish, the women's crew team found no trophies or plaques awaiting it for its efforts at the Green Mountain Head Regatta in Putney, Vt., on Sunday.
Knowledge of the course is always a huge part of being successful during a race. It is essential to know the turns, hills and markers in order to run a course as fast as possible.
Fifty−six seconds into Saturday's match against Wesleyan, the women's soccer team's season was in serious jeopardy. Having lost twice in a row, the Jumbos found themselves on the wrong side of a first−minute goal from a Cardinals squad that they had not lost to in four years.
As the last seconds of a NESCAC match−up with Wesleyan ticked off the clock, senior quad−captain midfielder Ron Coleman raised his arms in victory. It was his goal in the 20th minute that proved the difference in a 1−0 victory for the men's soccer team over the Cardinals, the team's first conference victory of the season and first since Oct. 31, 2008, in a win over Bowdoin.
Boosted by a trio of top−five finishes from new additions, the men's cross country team finished third out of 18 teams at the Williams College Invitational on Saturday.
Forget the dog−fighting puns, the prison jokes and the mocking laughs. The impossible has become reality and it's time to wake up from our disillusioned fantasy world of moral purity: Michael Vick is, once again, an elite quarterback in the NFL.
Anthony Fucillo doesn't care if you call him Van Wilder.
Colleges in the United States may only admit muggles, but that doesn't mean that students can't get their wizard on from time to time. Since 2005, a real−world adaption of Quidditch, the famous school sport of the Harry Potter books, has been taken up by 400 collegiate teams nationwide, represented by the International Quidditch Association.
The calendar sits just outside the cramped locker room of Cousens Gymnasium, carefully scribbled onto a white board in jet−black ink and framed by the lingering stench of moldy socks and stale jerseys. Much like a seven−year−old child pines for daily gold stars to validate completed chores or superb effort on homework, so, too, do these players strive for pieces of paper, a more age−appropriate form of commendation.
After beginning the season with a trip to Georgia and a date with Emory, the No. 3 team in the country, Tufts, since returning to New England, seems to have dispelled any fears that its confidence had dimmed.
On Aug. 21, things looked bleak for the Colorado Rockies. The team had a mediocre 62-60 record, trailed the National League West division-leading San Diego Padres by 11 games and was essentially left for dead.
Sachin Tendulkar, legendary Indian cricketer, steps up to bat. There are two balls left in the match and six runs needed to save the day. He misses out on the first ball. The subcontinent waits with bated breath as he swings toward that second ball, and then it happens: It's out of the stadium, into the hands of the seething masses — it's a six!
