BGSU Hockey Scores Big Win Over Northern Michigan

Although it took long enough, BG was able to score their first goal during the second period, on Saturday night. The intensity of the game heated up in the third period, when Northern Michigan squeaked one in past the BG goalie. With time running out, the crowds began the familiar chant:

Then, as the clock wound down to 2:14 remaining, BG pulled through and scored the winning goal...and the crowd went wild!

I Wanna Drive The Zamboni

by Gear Daddies

Well I went down to the local arena

Asked to see the manager man

He came from his office, said Son can I help you?

Looked at him and said Yes you can

Hey, I wanna drive the Zamboni

Hey, I wanna drive the Zamboni

Yes I do

Now eer since I was young

Its been my dream

That I might drive the Zamboni machine

I guess that I was just slick as could be

And all the kids would look up to me

Hey, I wanna drive the Zamboni
Hey, I wanna drive the Zamboni
Yes I do

Now the manager said Son, I know it looks keen,

But that right theres one expensive machine

And I got Smokey whos been driving for years

About that time I broke down in tears

Cuz I wanna drive the Zamboni

Hey I wanna drive the Zamboni

Hey, I wanna drive the Zamboni
Hey, I wanna drive the Zamboni
Yes I do

Dear Dakota...

Dear Dakota:

I have always been one of your biggest fans. Your advice always seems to come straight from your heart. Could you please tell me where you get your inspiration from?

-Wondering Wendy

Dear Wondering:

I would love to share with you my source of inspiration. My inspiration comes from someone who is the most amazing person I know. He is always loving, patient, and wise. This person is my daddy. It is from him that I draw my own infinite words of wisdom. He loves me unconditionally...even when I try to steal a kiss in between bites of my dinner.

Sick

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay,

"I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I'm going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I've counted sixteen chicken pox

And there's one more--that's seventeen,

And don't you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut, my eyes are blue--

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I'm sure that my left leg is broke--

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button's caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,

My 'pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb,

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?

What's that? What's that you say?

You say today is---Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

~Shel Silverstein~

Reemergence of Seventies' Era Fashion Trends

Everyone knows that history often repeats itself. Our fashion editors hit the streets this weekend to find out if they could find evidence of past fashion trends reemerging. It did not take long for them to find Griffin Carlson sporting his socks pulled up to mid-calf. The only thing missing was the stripes.

Dear Dakota...

Dear Dakota:

I am a singer and have been experiencing difficulty reaching the lower notes. What can I do to improve my vocal range?

Struggling Soprano

Dear Struggling:

I have had people ask me this same question many, many times. In fact, so many people have inquired about my musical expertise, that I was prompted to create an instructional video. Remember: the key to a beautiful singing voice is to open your mouth!

The Night Wind

by Eugene Field

Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?

'Tis a pitiful sound to hear!

It seems to chill you through and through

With a strange and speechless fear.

'Tis the voice of the night that broods outside

When folk should be asleep,

And many and many's the time I've cried

To the darkness brooding far and wide

Over the land and the deep:

"Whom do you want, O lonely night,

That you wail the long hours through?

And the night would say in its ghostly way:

"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"

My mother told me long ago

(When I was a little tad)

That when the night went wailing so,

Somebody had been bad;

And then, when I was snug in bed,

Whither I had been sent,

With the blankets pulled up round my head,

I'd think of what my mother'd said,

And wonder what boy she meant!

And "Who's been bad to-day?"

I'd ask Of the wind that hoarsely blew;

And the voice would say in its meaningful way:

"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"

That this was true I must allow--

You'll not believe it, though!

Yes, though I'm quite a model now,

I was not always so.

And if you doubt what things I say,

Suppose you make the test;

Suppose, when you've been bad some day

And up to bed are sent away

From mother and the rest--

Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?"

And then you'll hear what's true;

For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:

"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"