Eleven months ago, when our Sports Editor wanted someone to write a column for him, he was having a little bit of trouble finding someone who provide both enlightening and entertaining opinions about the world of sports. He was also having trouble finding someone willing to write an extra thousand words every week and not get credits for it.
I wasn't elected Valedictorian, but here goes nothing: I hesitate to say so, but William Shakespeare was a moron because parting does not bring sorrow. It is the signal of another chapter in one's life. The last time I checked, that is something to celebrate and applaud.
For most students at Sacred Heart University, the newly arriving warm spring weather means spending time at the beach and laying out on the grass all day long. However, for some, this soothing breeze in the air only means one thing, the Stanley Cup Playoffs are here.
In early September of 2004, Sacred Heart began a new year with the then largest freshman class it had ever had. Hundreds of high school students became members of the SHU community. One of these students was a kid from Islip Terrace, who had no idea what was in store for him.