Column: Getting in Tune

Are we really so spoiled that the possibility that we might not be dominating our opponents for all 40 minutes of the game is inconceivable, or, alternatively, so devastating that we give up all hope and lose any interest in the game?

I have no secret ambitions to be an investment banker, but why should the MSB kids be the only ones who get to write off a round of golf as a business expense?

Our primary concern ought to be: What do we want from DPS? This question must be answered if we are to come up with an effective security plan.

The rats infesting our campus are welcome to stay — if they agree to pay Georgetown tuition like everyone else.

To leave me and the rest of the university community in the dark is not only wrong, it’s dangerous.

While I wouldn’t go so far as to say that every little thing Georgetown does is magic, I would agree with The Police that “even though my life before was tragic, now I know my love for her goes on.”

Again, it’s a case of bad timing — there’s a time and a place to shove tennis balls down someone’s throat, but it’s usually not during a nationally televised tennis match.

People-watching seems to have lost some of its luster in this long-distance age of Twitter and Skype. Many people are more concerned with what’s happening halfway around the world or what Brett Favre ate for breakfast than they are with what is unfolding before their eyes.

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