Thursday, March 25, 1993
Editorial...
There are many examples of athletes who have died
before their time. Who have had their fires extinguished
before their talent has been allowed to fully rage.
Think about Pelle Lindberg, Jerome Brown and Len Bias
to name just a few. Now Cleveland Indians pitchers Steve
Olin and Tim Crews have been added to the unfortunately
large list of untimely deaths.
Some died the way they played. Jerome Brown, known for
his all-out, "mad-dog" style on the field, died pulling
his brand-new sports car out of the car dealership. He
played fast and unfortunately drove fast.
Others died experimenting. Len Bias died from a cocaine
overdose the night he was chosen by the Boston Celtics as
the number one pick in the NBA draft. He had never used
drugs before, and consequently never used them again.
There were children who may have learned an important
lesson about the dangers of drugs through his death, but I
am sure that was no consolation for his grieving friends
and family.
Pelle Lindberg was known for his remarkable quickness
and his catlike reflexes in the net. These talents were of
no use however, when he sat behind the wheel with a
blood alcohol content that was over 0.15.
Tuesday Olin, Crews and teammate Bob Ojeda went for an
evening ride in Crews' boat. They had spent the day at
Crews' house having a picnic. Their boat ride was no
picnic. The boat crashed into a dock and Olin and Crews
died. Alcohol was found in the boat, but so far there has
been no proof that they had been drinking.
There is an important lesson to learn from all of these
stories: everyone, no matter how physically gifted they
may be, is mortal. Life is precious, and•we should treat it
that way. Don't be afraid to folk*, a dream, tell someone
you love them or just be happy. A brilliant man once
said, life is far too important to be taken too
seriously." How true, how true.
Opinion
From the Hip
by Loretta Russ
"I only work on The Collegian for the money. I really do have a
social life."
Hard to believe we're in the home stretch now. Five weeks to go and
counting down. Since break, it certainly seems like times slowed down and
because we had two days off, we're now all backed up with extra work and 48
hours less to do it in. Feeling stressed? I know I am; two research papers,
uncountable essays, multitudes of tests and I am a procrastinator. At the moment
I'm more concerned about finding a summer job and having fun with the last few
re weeks of delayed reality for spring '93'.
weeks of
I've decided my sense of fun has been altered from all the
stress I'm under. I've been seen walking around with a stuffed bunny and
expecting Terri to read me Berenstein Bears stories so that I can relax. If it's not
that, then I'm spending time, (sadly, even my weekends), with the guys on first
floor Perry whose best source of entertainment is standing around watching
another floor member get his hair cut. Yes, I am telling you this to receive
sympathy. I know you all have your own problems, but your life could not have
possibly diminshed to the state mine is In. I've even lowered myself to telling
stories about my drunken brothers antics.
Worst of all, I'm spending excessive time in The Collegian office. That is
the first sign of mental breakdown. The only reason for me to be here is
regarding advertising (money, money, money) but I'm here writing papers,
bonding with staff, and strangely enough, having fun doing so. (The Police &
Safety guys always stop in to say hi and that's always worth a good laugh). I'm
beyond help now.
Of course, you're wondering why I'm babbling on so and making little
sense about something you care nothing about... That's because I was forced to
write this because no one else had the time or desire to do it themselves.
Neither did I, and I didn't have a topic either so I created what you read above. If
you've read this far I give you credit, but I wonder if maybe your life is beginning
to dwindle to the same state as mine. I'm sorry if it is.
So, if now that you've read The Collegian for this week and you have
another seven days of desolation, at least I know there is someone worse off
than me. If that's the case, you have my sympathy. You should look forward to
next week's Collision. With that, I'll sign off and get to real work. Things are
looking up for me. I just got an invitation to a once in a lifetime revival concert;
New'Kids on The Block with opening act featuring Menudo. See you there!
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