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CalhounSpring fever is in the air (thanks to the pickup of Chuckie Knob), the ponds that never froze are thawing, and the snow that never fell is melting on CCL. Woeful circumstances in the weather patterns unhappily threw off a valiant 'Houn Tyng comeback, and we spiraled to the fiery depths of hell--behind Berkeley. Lack of freezing temperatures melted the hearts of our icers, who popularized the phrase, "This just in: we suck." But the league can thank us--for not only are we the best losers (suffice it to say, the losses aren't heartbreakers), but we are also the best winners in the league (no, Morse, we don't shoot up 9-1 in the third).Alas, there are some winter successes that our bloodied athletes must pay homage to, and today, that honor lies with the women's volleyball squad. All season long, Jess "Everybody keeps fl"Ip"ing me the bird when I spike in their face" '00 and Au"I run down loose balls like a mouse chases a piece of"brey"cheese" '01 cause heart palpitations in their opponents just by strutting their way to the service line. Their captain, "At the last minute, I'm on my" Cel"phone, looking for players "ina Apostolo '99 helped provide the wrong answer to her fine foe's question: "Ladies, who wants it more?"
(Compiled by a haggard member of the Calhoun swimming team, who needs to spend some more time in the warming pool and who wished that CGNS had shown up in their speedos as distracters.)
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