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.
goodbyes, and wished me luck. I remember turning around heading back to my dorm room and thinking "what the hell do I do now?" At the time, I was an immature freshman who thought he could - despite what my professors said - balance getting his doctorate in physical therapy with drinking in frat house basements on Tuesdays (and four other days per week), and going to Mojos on weekends (yes, I said Mojos). Surely, I could skate by with minimal work and maximum Xbox with my roommates, because well, it worked in high school and the eight-person Madden franchise was fun.
I never really considered going away to college. For most of my senior year of high school, I had it in my head that I would go to Stony Brook, ref ice hockey on the weekends and live at home on Long Island, rent-free.
Goodbye columns are scattered throughout this paper and while I can't speak for any of my colleagues, mine is more for me than it is for you.
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.
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