"Just Quinn, baby, Quinn"
By AARON MANSFIELD | Aug. 30, 2012Jeff Quinn's barely-blue eyes rush to royal this time of year. His nostrils pulse and drill-sergeant voice deepens.
Jeff Quinn's barely-blue eyes rush to royal this time of year. His nostrils pulse and drill-sergeant voice deepens.
I have a list of very serious questions and comments for the avid Instagrammer:
If you've ever been at a UB Orientation Session or a Student Association-backed event, chances are you heard the term "diversity" tossed around at least a dozen times. You're going to hear it dozens more if you're planning on staying enrolled at UB.
The transformation of Penn State and its football team is nearly complete. In less than a year, one of the mightiest college football programs in the country has fallen from an untouchable position of an elite program to an example of what can happen when a program and university are plagued by gross mismanagement of priorities. And yet the final change that marked the end of the Joe Paterno era was not a result of what the NCAA did, what the Freeh report revealed, or even Jerry Sandusky's actions. Although each of those things have had an effect on the university and the way it decides to move forward, the university's priority is to put Joe Paterno securely in the past - something that fans, players, and coaches will have to do. The NCAA struck Penn State with haste and severity, but nothing it can do will force the school to move on.
The longer I've been in this business of "knowing a lot about a lot," I've learned to never believe the first thing I hear. Rumors are just that: rumors. They hold a minute amount of truth with an ample amount of fabrications.
If you don't fit the bill - the traditional look of hip-hop - it's hard to break through or seem genuine. Just ask Eminem or Eve.
The 21st century's version of the classic Bird versus Magic NBA Final's battles, between LeBron James and Kevin Durant has been dominating the airwaves of social media.
In Sept. 2010, Tyler Clementi was a new freshman at Rutgers University in New Jersey. He was born in Buffalo and raised in New Jersey, was a talented violinist, and was described simply as a fine young man. By the end of the month, he was dead. What happened in such a short time can only be described as a nightmare and a tragedy.
We should all strive to be Zack McLeod. His story is a long one that cannot be captured by simple words, but I will do my best.
High school graduates are gearing up for their freshman orientations and getting ready to attend their respective institutions in the upcoming fall. If you are an incoming freshman and reading this I would like to say that on behalf of my peers, welcome to the University at Buffalo.
I know what you're thinking: this is a huge campus, you'll never find your way around, you will never make friends in this place, and living with a roommate is going to be impossible. Take a deep breath and calm down.
Welcome, kids, to the University at Buffalo - the crown jewel and largest school of the SUNY system.
We are all Zack McLeod. The story is a long one that cannot be captured by simple words, but I will do my best.
Any marching band member remembers eight-hour days in 90-degree weather, carrying around a heavy instrument by the neck, few water breaks, and far too many pushups.
About a year ago, I thought I was a unicorn.
We're really still not tired of debating Bron-Bron by now? His woeful late-game shooting, his patented fadeaway hairline, his sometimes-newsworthy mother: LeBron James has to be the biggest character in sports, though his personality doesn't warrant it.
It was Aug. 28, 2008. The day a part of me was jump-started; a part of me that was dormant for over a decade.
Unlike most of the columns in today's paper, this one isn't saying goodbye to UB. I've got a couple years left to don the blue and white as an undergrad.