I was at the exact perfect age — high school seniordom — when the Red Sox achieved that wonder of wonders and won the world series for the first time in 87 years. To understand how momentous that was for Bostonians, you really had to have been there — my headmistress declared a day off from school, there were parades and people dressed up in Red Sox outfits every day that week.

The curse was reversed! Even more than that miracle, though, was the miracle that some people who had less than zero interest in sports (like yours truly) suddenly became excited by the games.

All of us, no matter what our sports background, were on the edge of our seats as the Red Sox struggled to beat the Yankees, our mortal enemy, and then the Cardinals. Each won game was one more day we were still alive, and I still remember the excited discussions at school. People who had never held a baseball in their lives were talking strategy and statistics; Red Sox caps came out in every possible color.

It reminded me of how fun and exciting it can be to pretend to be a tomboy even for a little while, especially in the summer, and get your head and heart into a game. Sports are made not just by the playing, but by the watching. Every great athlete dreams not just of winning, but of having the crowd go wild. Read More »

Being hungover generally sucks, lets face it. The only place I want to be (and I’m sure this goes for you as well) is in bed, with the blinds closed, watching cheesy made for TV movies and eating my favorite hangover foods.

Unfortunately, my life is not very conducive to being hungover, and forces me to inevitably be anywhere but in bed on those days when I swear off drinking for good. If you’ve ever been hungover, chances are you’ve been forced to be somewhere you absolutely did not want to be at the time. I present the short list of the worst places to be while hungover. Read More »

Wimbledon 2008 kicked off today in Wimbledon, England (and I thought it was just a creative name!). In honor of this exciting event, we at CollegeCandy have put together a very handy little gallery of all the most important players at this year’s event. And by “most important players” we mean, “The hottest guys of Wimbledon.” God, we love our jobs.

 So, peruse; enjoy; tell us which one is your favorite.
And thank us later. Read More »

I’m a big sports fanatic. Playing, watching, cheering…I’m enthralled at it all, which is why I was stoked to come across a special on Women’s Ski Jumping on the news a week or so back. Those daring femme fatales leaping through the air with speed, hitting the jump, landing with grace; it was all very fascinating to me. Frankly, I never knew something along these lines existed for anyone out there, let alone at such a competitive level.

What startled me more than these airborne ladies was the controversy surrounding the sport. A group of female jumpers have sued the Vancouver Organizing Committee for not allowing them to compete in the 2010 Winter Olympics. Since when have women become “too fragile” to do anything? Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t we the ones who have risen above the social stigma and created an equality for ourselves in this world? (Plus, we give birth – ‘nuff said)

The lawsuit is alleging, according to The Vancouver Province newspaper, that ski jumping is a violation of the women’s rights under the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. Now, correct me if I am wrong here again, kind readers, but shouldn’t it be a woman’s right to decide if she’s going to put her body – and life – in danger by competing in any sport, including ski jumping? Women have been partaking in this sport as far back as the 1920’s and yet the teams cannot compete at a nationally renowned level. Read More »

I guess Boston commuters have never seen a female football player before.

Okay. I know my bag’s big, and I know it smells, and I know when the T pulls into Park Street, the jersey-clad, half-crunked Red Sox fans are not going to part like the Red Sea. But every practice night, every game day, it’s the same ritual once they notice the insignia: Boston Militia Women’s Football. Stares. Whispers. Fingers pointing. Feet shuffling. General anxiety and confusion. And when there are two of us, well, that’s just too much to handle. Even small children cry.

Before the corpse-sized bag, I carried my helmet and shoulder pads in one hand, my cleats in the other. Somehow, that warranted less stares, whispers, pointing and shuffling. Mostly because those jersey-clad, half-crunked Red Sox fans seemed to think I played lacrosse. Without a stick. But a female lacrosse player, that’s believable. Female football players? They’re myths, like unicorns, and Bigfoot. Read More »

Now that baseball season has started (Go Red Sox! Ahem, sorry), you’ll probably be finding yourself sitting around your friend’s apartment watching the game on his or her big screen TV. You know it’s rude to show up empty-handed, but what can you bring to a 1 p.m. game on a Sunday when you woke up at noon with a raging hangover? I have the perfect solution.

This taco dip is one of the simplest and cheapest things to make…and will guarantee you invites to any gathering. Not only do I make it for all sports-watching events I attend, but my friend has already asked that I make a huge one for her wedding. It’s that good. Read More »

While I was prepping for job interviews in undergrad, stressed beyond coherence, my guy friends’ consistent argument was that I should just land a sugar daddy and stop being such an agist. If that didn’t work out, though, I should somehow support a trophy husband and show the world what feminism was all about.

Truthfully, I would be lost without my guy friends. I actually probably wouldn’t have found my way home from the bar some nights without their assistance, but mostly they help to keep me from taking myself too seriously. I lived with some of my favorite guys senior year of college, and after tearfully moving out, I wondered how I could live without them being just downstairs. Read More »