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Silliman
It starts off as a quiet quake, a piddling force,
kicking from the nether regions of athletic despair. And then the earth begins
to shake and everyone in its wake quivers with fear, as they should. Silliman
rises above the horizon, undaunted in its mission to restore glory to the
island fortress moated by College, Grove, Wall, and Temple. Its juggernaut
legs--the Sillimander soccer teams--move quickly to crush their lesser
opponents like cars at a demolition derby. At press time, the mighty men, a
formidable 5-0-1, continue to trudge onward for their shirts. Sillimanders seek
to crush everything in their way of the shirts.
Ignoreth not, mortal colleges, the arms outstretched wide, from SSS to Naples,
rackets in hand. See the bewildering strokes of freshies Abbie "Phenom"
Phillips and Andrew "I" Hung "in There," the smoking gun of Greg "G-Dog"
Wierzynski '00 and the rocket racket of Doris "Big Bang" Chang '99. And who can
forget the blazing backhand and formidable forehand of Master Kelly "Yale is
better than" Brown-ell, leading SM to a 3-1 record so effortlessly?
Though pacified by a quarterfinal quieting, the skill of Silliman volleyball
is, beyond a doubt, still with us. The spike strength of Robby "There's a hole
in the bucket" Luckett '99 and "Un-" Seung "Hero" Lee '98, the saves of
"Gargantuan" Gary Huang '98, Ernest "Nine Men's" Morris '00, and Susan "In" Liu
"of My Sickness" '00, and the sensational setting of Shannon Huff- "and Puff"
-aker '98 and the girl who could stand to lose a few pounds (brutal honesty is
our motto), Lilly Wang "Chung To- night" '99 were an inspiration to all.
You may wish spite on our rising men's touch team, unconvinced that 0-6 can
become otherwise with the leadership of Paul "Posse Boss" Le '98, the speed of
Daniel "Faster than a" Guss "-t of wind" '01, the strategy of "Kaiser" Kamran
Ansari '00. You may deride the death of our ping pong, laugh at the lack of
coed touch--but try telling that to a 200-point monster who just had a few too
many bad days. It taketh names and kicketh arse--and thou shalt be next.
(Compiled by a real salamader who is upset because people always think that
he is in Silliman, but he doesn't even go to this school.)
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