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irtttay. October 2.1967.
-Opinion
McCue's View
Tr
"Senator, your disgraceful, anti-Bork
rhetoric is just a desperate attempt to .
compromise our independent judiciary,
and your actions, sir, are un-American
and unprecedented!"
All my friends
call me Earvin
Somewhere between a summer
morning in Waikiki back in 1979 - when
I was a long-haired, knock-kneed,l5-
year-old kid living my dreams on an
outdoor basketball court - and a
Tuesday afternoon at Valley Sports," I'd
lost my faith in pro athletes^-^^
Somewhere between that mornirig
and Tuesday, role models had become/
drug addicts; they didn't want to sign
autographs anymore; and they sure as
hell didn't have time to visit ailing kids in
hospitals.
The only things pro athletes cared
about were making videos and
commercials. They were tired of
answering the same questions, so they
all wrote books about their lives as if to
say, "We're tired of you people, just buy
my story and read it."
Somewhere between that morning
and Tuesday, I thought I was the last of
a dying breed, the last kid to ever really
believe in pro athletes. I thought if
Lawrence Taylor, Jim McMahon, and
John McEnroe were the best society had
to offer, then it's no wonder more kids
are talking beck to their parents, taking
more drugs, and touting themselves as
rebels without a cause.
But for a few moments Tuesday
afternoon, all the drugs, n ->ney, and
inflated egos that have sadly Become
part of professional sports, were gone.
For a few moments Tuesday, I still
believed in heroes.
It was Magic's fault. Earvin "Magic"
Johnson, that is. Even if you never cared
about sports, you've heard his name. He
plays for the Los Angeles Lakers. And
without going too far into his brilliant
career, he is arguably the best player in
the National Basketball Association.
More important, his boyish exuberance,
his smile, and the person he is almost
overshadows his athletic feats.
When he came to town Tuesday to
sign autographs at a Converse
promotional and talk with local media, I
had one thing in mind. I wasn't going to
ask him any questions, I just wanted to
See WISE GUY, page 8
Reader
Response
to The Oaty Collegian Is welcome.
Please send letters of no more than
250 words to The Dally Collegian,
Kedfs Campus BusaTng. OaWornta
State Unrversfry. Fresno. Fresno. Cal-
fornia 93740-0042. Letters must be
signed and have the author's name.
telephone number and address.
Harvie's bunch
Dear Editor,
If we are taking a vote on whether
to keep Harvie Schnitzer's weekly
column as a recent letter wisely
suggested, then I must throw my
support in with Tamara Toller and
the rest of the Harvie sympathizers.
I laugh with Miss Schnitzer each
week, although I doubt it's for the
reason she intends, and I look
forward to reading about her crazy
antics and those of her daffy friends.
Each week, the column reads like the
script to a bad "Brady Bunch" plot
But, to avoid the kind of reader
rebellion that has rocked the happy
Daily Collegian in the last couple of •
weeks, Miss Schnitzer should make a
few small changes in'her column,
appeasing her campus critics and
adding a little spice to her sometimes
humdrum columns.
You see, I think the problem stems
from the small gap in the kir.'!s of
experiences Miss Schnitzer has been
privy and to those that the rest of the
school's population has.
To make myself more clear,
though, let's back up a few years to
when most of us were in our teens.
While a good portion* of us were
testing the limits of our budding
sexuality, groping naked in the backs
of pickups and station wagons, I get
the feeling that nutty Miss Schnitzer
was staring blankly at two-hour
"Love Boat" episodes and organizing
ice cream socials.
In the morning, when many of us
woke up in a pool of cold vomit with
6ur\ first real hangover, cuckoo Har¬
vie ] and her screwy friends were
teepeeing their goofy math teacher's
house and playing ding-dong-ditch.
/ And that night on the beach when
' we drank a six pack of beer, ate a
handful of speed and contemplated
the universe until the sun came up,
Harvie "the maniac" Schnitzer was
babysitting for the Nelsons to pay for
the lamp she broke when the pillow
, fight broke out at the girl scout
slumber party.
So, instead of telling stories of
crazy Eric, the 7-11 employee and his
midnight cola taste tests, tell us about
the time you lost all your front teeth
in a head-butting contest the year
you ran with the skinheads.
Better than that, write about the
time you ended up in the hospital
after some bikers dared you to pick
road reflectors off the street a%70
mph with your teeth.
And, remember that column you
wrote about zany late-night trips to
Pak N Save ajid how your loco
friends rolled cantelopes down the
produce isles? Well, you should've
wrapped that story up by saying that
the employees ran you- out of the
store when you got into a fight with
those fun-loving pals of yours using
5-lb cow tongues and canisters of
whipped cream.
And one more suggestion, if I may.
Don't brag about being a, country
music fan — it suggests a low I.Q.
Cael Weston
Mike who?
Dear Editor,
)
Who is Mike Eagles, anyway? And
why does he want to be vice presi¬
dent?
Bill Buettner
Doree Taylor
» Mark Stewart
Concerned Republicans
OK,ulH&lf**G*€S
Me>
■LOOM COUNTY
The Daily Collegian
AmeUa DiMemio Managing Editor
Kurt Hegre- Photo Editor
Jon Matsune - Sports Editor
JoAnnBaltau-Graphics Editor
Lisa Kim Bach -Copy Editor
Sharon Kuan -AdManager
Sued* Tombs -AdProduction Manager
Kenny Lota - Business Manager
R^Hoiman-AsstPho^Editor
A
Foundedin 1922
Tim Hurrianko - Editor in chief
Randy Guerra - La Vox Editor
Kelly Surratt -Freedom end Unity Editor
Yvonne Minassian - Hye Sharzhoom Editor
Circulation ■ Sean Montgomery
Distribution Peter Kornell
News Production -RobEvans
Photographers- Tony Olmos, Dean Slagel
Advertising Reps -Kristin Turner, JeffBauman,
TonyMartin
Staff Writeis ■ JYacy Correa, Alexander Lim,
Ryan McMillan, HanifMoorad, Maryann MUligan,
Susan O'Leary, Donna Reese, Mark Phillips,
Steve Fountain, Brian Bianchini
Sports Writers - Kendall Kerr, Lee Passmore,
Jim Proulx, Mike Wise
y
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| Title | 1987_10 The Daily Collegian October 1987 |
| Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
| Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
| Publication Date | 1987 |
| Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
| Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
| Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
| Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
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Description
| Title | Oct 2, 1987 Pg. 2 |
| Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
| Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
| Publication Date | 1987 |
| Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
| Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
| Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
| Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
| Format | Microfilm reels, 35 mm. |
| Technical Information | Scanned at 600 dpi; TIFF; Microfilm ScanPro 2000 "E-image data" |
| Language | eng |
| Full-Text-Search | -Page 2 irtttay. October 2.1967. -Opinion McCue's View Tr "Senator, your disgraceful, anti-Bork rhetoric is just a desperate attempt to . compromise our independent judiciary, and your actions, sir, are un-American and unprecedented!" All my friends call me Earvin Somewhere between a summer morning in Waikiki back in 1979 - when I was a long-haired, knock-kneed,l5- year-old kid living my dreams on an outdoor basketball court - and a Tuesday afternoon at Valley Sports," I'd lost my faith in pro athletes^-^^ Somewhere between that mornirig and Tuesday, role models had become/ drug addicts; they didn't want to sign autographs anymore; and they sure as hell didn't have time to visit ailing kids in hospitals. The only things pro athletes cared about were making videos and commercials. They were tired of answering the same questions, so they all wrote books about their lives as if to say, "We're tired of you people, just buy my story and read it." Somewhere between that morning and Tuesday, I thought I was the last of a dying breed, the last kid to ever really believe in pro athletes. I thought if Lawrence Taylor, Jim McMahon, and John McEnroe were the best society had to offer, then it's no wonder more kids are talking beck to their parents, taking more drugs, and touting themselves as rebels without a cause. But for a few moments Tuesday afternoon, all the drugs, n ->ney, and inflated egos that have sadly Become part of professional sports, were gone. For a few moments Tuesday, I still believed in heroes. It was Magic's fault. Earvin "Magic" Johnson, that is. Even if you never cared about sports, you've heard his name. He plays for the Los Angeles Lakers. And without going too far into his brilliant career, he is arguably the best player in the National Basketball Association. More important, his boyish exuberance, his smile, and the person he is almost overshadows his athletic feats. When he came to town Tuesday to sign autographs at a Converse promotional and talk with local media, I had one thing in mind. I wasn't going to ask him any questions, I just wanted to See WISE GUY, page 8 Reader Response to The Oaty Collegian Is welcome. Please send letters of no more than 250 words to The Dally Collegian, Kedfs Campus BusaTng. OaWornta State Unrversfry. Fresno. Fresno. Cal- fornia 93740-0042. Letters must be signed and have the author's name. telephone number and address. Harvie's bunch Dear Editor, If we are taking a vote on whether to keep Harvie Schnitzer's weekly column as a recent letter wisely suggested, then I must throw my support in with Tamara Toller and the rest of the Harvie sympathizers. I laugh with Miss Schnitzer each week, although I doubt it's for the reason she intends, and I look forward to reading about her crazy antics and those of her daffy friends. Each week, the column reads like the script to a bad "Brady Bunch" plot But, to avoid the kind of reader rebellion that has rocked the happy Daily Collegian in the last couple of • weeks, Miss Schnitzer should make a few small changes in'her column, appeasing her campus critics and adding a little spice to her sometimes humdrum columns. You see, I think the problem stems from the small gap in the kir.'!s of experiences Miss Schnitzer has been privy and to those that the rest of the school's population has. To make myself more clear, though, let's back up a few years to when most of us were in our teens. While a good portion* of us were testing the limits of our budding sexuality, groping naked in the backs of pickups and station wagons, I get the feeling that nutty Miss Schnitzer was staring blankly at two-hour "Love Boat" episodes and organizing ice cream socials. In the morning, when many of us woke up in a pool of cold vomit with 6ur\ first real hangover, cuckoo Har¬ vie ] and her screwy friends were teepeeing their goofy math teacher's house and playing ding-dong-ditch. / And that night on the beach when ' we drank a six pack of beer, ate a handful of speed and contemplated the universe until the sun came up, Harvie "the maniac" Schnitzer was babysitting for the Nelsons to pay for the lamp she broke when the pillow , fight broke out at the girl scout slumber party. So, instead of telling stories of crazy Eric, the 7-11 employee and his midnight cola taste tests, tell us about the time you lost all your front teeth in a head-butting contest the year you ran with the skinheads. Better than that, write about the time you ended up in the hospital after some bikers dared you to pick road reflectors off the street a%70 mph with your teeth. And, remember that column you wrote about zany late-night trips to Pak N Save ajid how your loco friends rolled cantelopes down the produce isles? Well, you should've wrapped that story up by saying that the employees ran you- out of the store when you got into a fight with those fun-loving pals of yours using 5-lb cow tongues and canisters of whipped cream. And one more suggestion, if I may. Don't brag about being a, country music fan — it suggests a low I.Q. Cael Weston Mike who? Dear Editor, ) Who is Mike Eagles, anyway? And why does he want to be vice presi¬ dent? Bill Buettner Doree Taylor » Mark Stewart Concerned Republicans OK,ulH&lf**G*€S Me> ■LOOM COUNTY The Daily Collegian AmeUa DiMemio Managing Editor Kurt Hegre- Photo Editor Jon Matsune - Sports Editor JoAnnBaltau-Graphics Editor Lisa Kim Bach -Copy Editor Sharon Kuan -AdManager Sued* Tombs -AdProduction Manager Kenny Lota - Business Manager R^Hoiman-AsstPho^Editor A Foundedin 1922 Tim Hurrianko - Editor in chief Randy Guerra - La Vox Editor Kelly Surratt -Freedom end Unity Editor Yvonne Minassian - Hye Sharzhoom Editor Circulation ■ Sean Montgomery Distribution Peter Kornell News Production -RobEvans Photographers- Tony Olmos, Dean Slagel Advertising Reps -Kristin Turner, JeffBauman, TonyMartin Staff Writeis ■ JYacy Correa, Alexander Lim, Ryan McMillan, HanifMoorad, Maryann MUligan, Susan O'Leary, Donna Reese, Mark Phillips, Steve Fountain, Brian Bianchini Sports Writers - Kendall Kerr, Lee Passmore, Jim Proulx, Mike Wise y |
