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Between the Sheets: Oldies But Goodies

By Lauren Cannon

I find myself wondering if other girls or guys are thinking the same thing as I am, like  is it normal to “get with” a man 10 years my senior?  Do guys like it when girls talk dirty to them? These are all questions that no one can seem to answer, yet many of us are thinking them. This is a column that embraces sex, and will hopefully spice up your day of people-watching in the student center and taking notes in class. So go ahead, forget about class or that hot guy waiting in line at Pandini’s for a second and read “Between the Sheets.” Trust me: you won’t regret it.

You know that cliché term, “age is just a number”? Well for some, that age is something that can make or break an attraction.

Age: it’s that thing that tells us how old we are. I am freshly 21, and wow, not carrying around my sisters fake ID is actually amazing. This topic is something near and dear to my heart for the reason that I find myself drooling over older men. Yes, old men! Like my teachers or my neighbor who’s 34 and I’m pretty sure single (call me). People may think it’s gross, but it’s like that saying, “don’t knock it ’till you try it.” And boy, I knocked alright. Older men are like fine wine: they get better with age.

We all know the name for those 40-year-old single women who are smoking hot and look better than us. I’m talking about that rare species:  a cougar.  But what do you call a woman who’s just looking for more maturity and experience in a relationship? Are we gold-diggers, or maybe sugar babies looking for a sugar daddy? I think what we call our dilemma is normal. Most women want a mature man with experience; we are not all the dominant type. I think attraction in older men is quite normal. Don’t get me wrong, younger men are great. It’s not that I have an age limit or anything, but it seems that we as women are drawn towards a more refined guy.

Now ladies, I’m sure we have all used scholarly sources, aka Google, to find answers to obsessions such as mine. Trust me I’m the first to Google something like, “sleeping with older men” but I was looking for an answer that was more relatable; something that didn’t come from the opinions of random horny women all around the world. I decided to take my curiosity to the streets of Hard Hittin’ New Britain and the Blue Devils’ territory.

I asked three simple questions to 100 unsuspecting sexy women all around campus: What is the age of the oldest man you have hooked-up with? What is the age of the youngest man you have hooked-up with? Do you prefer younger or older men? With each survey I received back, along with a few dirty looks, I was able to understand that maybe my obsession wasn’t so much an obsession, but a healthy search for the perfect man.

In my sample of 100 girls the average age was 21. When asked if these girls preferred younger or older men, 87% said that they preferred older men, 6% said that they had no preference and 7% said that they preferred younger men. The average age of the oldest man that they hooked up with was 25. The average age of the youngest they hooked-up with was 20.

With all of that in mind, I think it’s safe to say that the older the man, the better. So, put this newspaper down and go get ’em ladies. You want a guy 10 years older or even 15, DO IT UP, GET IT, TAP THAT ASS! Who cares what people think anyways, I mean age is just a number right?

Love always,


Editor’s Column: West Side Story: Remembering Old Passions

By Kassondra Granata

From the age of ten until my senior year of high school, musical theatre was my absolute passion. The moment I stepped on stage for my first production, I was hooked. The lights and the delighted faces in the crowd bewitched me. I took pleasure in performing, whether it was making them laugh or cry. If I touched their lives in any way, I was content.

I would spend my days putting a show together accompanied with jazz squares, songs, dances, etc.  to plunging into different musicals at home, learning different songs and singing throughout the night. My life was theater.

I participated in over twelve productions. Les Miserables, Fame, The Boyfriend, Grease, Oliver!, and Carousel were just a few that I remember off hand. Participating in these plays was beyond rewarding. I acquired a great amount of confidence, self discipline and leadership qualities, as well as independence. Being involved in something so pivotal in my hometown was very beneficial.

When I graduated high school, I found a new passion in journalism. I grew up enjoying writing, but never had the real opportunity to work on my writing skills, plus, I was engrossed in theatre. Early freshman year, I decided that musical theatre would be my “extreme hobby”, and it has been.

This weekend, I had the privilege to attend West Side Story with my significant other and his family at the Palace Theater in Waterbury, CT. I will openly admit that for being such a theater buff I never attended a Broadway production or any show of that standing. This was phenomenal.

West Side Story is based off of a book written by Arthur Laurents. It’s music is written by Leonard Bernstein and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. It also happens to be a film, which is where I first discovered the play.

Set in the Upper West Side in New York City in the mid-1950s, West Side Story tells a tale of a rivalry between the Jets and the Sharks, two teenage street gangs of different ethnic backgrounds. The Sharks, a group from Puerto Rico, and the Jets, a group from the Polish-American working class, antagonize each other throughout the play and their animosity result in a rumble, resulting in the death of the group’s two leaders. Tony, one of the Jets, falls in love with Maria, the sister of Bernardo, the leader of the Sharks. Because of their racial differences along with the rivalry, all trouble breaks loose. It’s very Romeo and Juliet-esque, except more modern.

The moment I stepped into the theater I was mesmerized. The beauty of the inside of the theater was overwhelming. The ceiling was absolutely breathtaking, with contrasting patterns and colors with chandeliers hanging down sending a sparkling light flickering on the floors. The Palace interior also accommodated to the approaching holiday season with wreaths, lights, and a gigantic christmas tree above the lobby entrance.

Many distinct themes were presented in West Side Story. Gang violence, racial differences, and social classes were addressed throughout the play. The mixing of Spanish in the lyrics as well as the dialogue was intriguing, and added a different excitement to the play. The cast was excellent and the choreography was phenomenal. It was fascinating to see a play from a viewers point of view, for I always was on stage looking at the audience. It is a different feeling. Knowing all of the hard work that is put into a production, it was gratifying to see that from the other end.

Seeing West Side Story at the Palace Theater made me miss doing theater. I love journalism, and I know I will continue to sing and have an interest in theater. Hopefully I can make a trip this winter to New York City for my first broadway show.

Column: Don’t Hate Tim Thomas

By Brittany Burke

It’s no surprise that the Boston Bruins travelled to the White House this past week to celebrate their Stanley Cup win President Obama, in fact it’s pretty fair to say it’s tradition. Winning a professional championship and visiting the President nearly go hand in hand.

What did come as a surprise to a lot of people is the fact that Bruins goalie, Tim Thomas chose to skip the meet and greet, which he has said he would do for months.

Peter Chiarelli, Boston’s general manager said in interviews that they’ve tried to convince Thomas to go and enjoy the time with the team, especially since he was one of the most crucial players during the Stanley Cup run, but Thomas stood his ground and personally I think he did the right thing.

I don’t mind that Thomas chose not to go and no one else should either and to be honest I was probably more upset that the President chose to call Brad Marchand a “little ball of hate” than I was not to see number 30 standing in for the press photo op.

James Harrison of the Pittsburgh Steelers refused twice to go to the White House twice, so Thomas is far from the first and he probably won’t be the last.

In fact I like that Thomas opted not to go, if he feels so strongly about his political views then so be it. He has just as much right to refuse to take part in the event as I do to write this column. Some may look at him differently now for declining to meet President Obama, but I’m proud to know that a member of the team I root for is willing to stand up for what he thinks is right.

On the other side of things I can’t help but want to say, who cares? Sure, I love reading about how the players go to hospitals and different charity events off the ice, but any fan will tell you, what a player does on the ice or field is the most important.

All I care about is whether or not Thomas continues to play well and put up good numbers so the team doesn’t have to completely rely on Tuukka Rask. I would’ve been more upset if the team decided to suspend him for missing a team event, which thankfully they’re choosing not to do.

If he’s not penalized by his team then he shouldn’t be penalized by the public either. Take his decision for what you will, but meeting the President or not meeting him doesn’t change what kind of player he really is.

Don’t Forget Dennis Ritchie

By Kenny Barto

On Oct. 5, the entire world was shocked to hear about the death of Apple co- founder and former CEO Steve Jobs. A true visionary was lost that day, but in the wake of his death, the technology community suffered another loss just seven days later.

On Oct. 12, Dennis Ritchie was found dead in his Berkeley Heights, NJ home. Does his name ring a bell? I didn’t think so.

Dennis Ritchie was the Steve Jobs of the 1970s, during which he developed the Unix operating system and the C programming language. Don’t know what those are? Let me try to explain it to you.

The Apple operating system is Unix based and is programmed using C, C++ and Objective-C, along with most of the applications you buy from the App Store. To put it simply, without Dennis Ritchie there would be no Apple.

Not a fan of Apple? Well, the Android operating system is Linux based and is also programmed in C. Linux, which is Unix- based, was developed to be an open source platform that would rival Windows back in the early 1990s. Although it doesn’t stack up in the personal computing market, many large companies use Linux servers which are known for being able to handle larger loads of data traffic than Windows servers. I promise, that is the most technical I will get for the rest of this article.

It’s definitely weird to think that without two men that died within seven days of each other that life would be dramatically different. Although C, C++ and Objective-C are used heavily in the smart phone application market, it is also responsible for the majority of programs and websites including most of Adobe’s suite of applications, as well as Google and Amazon. This very newspaper, which relies exclusively on Apple computers and Adobe design software, would be nothing without the work that Steve Jobs and Dennis Ritchie did.

We can always say someone else may have come along and developed something else, but how can we be so sure? Everyone seems to know the Steve Jobs legacy, but it’s important that people know about Dennis Ritchie’s involvement as well.

Ultimately, it’s sad that Ritchie’s death went largely unnoticeable in the public eye while much of the technology community was saddened by his loss. Our newspaper preaches that the media be consistent, a sentiment that was repeated in last week’s editorial regarding the sex abuse scandals at Penn State and Syracuse.

This time the media not only let the public down, but they determined that Steve Jobs’ death was more important to cover than Ritchie’s. This man has done a great service to technology lovers everywhere as well as technology haters, because applications programmed in C make life easier even to non-tech-savvy people.

Although the media failed to notify the public that someone who is responsible for many things they use in their daily lives had passed away, there has been no shortage of support from people who realize just how great of an impact Dennis Ritchie made. Fedora, a leading distributor of a Linux- based operating system, dedicated their version 16 that was released two weeks ago to Dennis Ritchie’s memory. Many technology forums and websites have already written articles and had the same discussion that I am writing about now, but it’s safe to say that Dennis Ritchie will never be a household name, despite him being arguably more important than Steve Jobs.

Everyone, including media outlets, should be giving credit to where credit is due, not to give credit where it looks good on the evening news. So, just one time, please remember Dennis Ritchie the next time you visit Google or Amazon, or use your favorite Unix or Linux-based device.

Column: An NHL Fan’s Perspective On The NBA Lockout

By Brittany Burke

No sport is perfect. Players, fans and coaches realized this fact this past summer when labor disputes for the NFL were still brewing and again most recently with the latest NBA lockout. The notion of imperfection and turmoil in the sports world was also present when the 2004-2005 NHL season was cancelled due to unresolved issues.

The National Hockey League was the first professional sports league in North America to cancel an entire season. No season meant the Stanley Cup wasn’t awarded for the first time in 76 years.

Like any other lockout, certain things were shaken that season. Most noticed by everyone was that Alexander Ovechkin wasn’t allowed to make his major debut, which led to a rivalry with Sidney Crosby that could never be broken.

As a result of the labor disputes the teams were given a $39 million salary cap, which has moved upwards to $64 million this season … this is pocket change to some professional athletes in other leagues.

During the cancellation of the 2004-2005 season more than 300 NHL players traveled overseas to play in Europe or tried their skills in other leagues because, above all else, the players remained passionate and wanted to play the game that they loved.

In the seasons since, viewership of the NHL has declined in the U.S. mainly due to the fact that the league was sent to Versus rather than ESPN.

Personally I believe that this NBA lockout was one of the best things to happen in the sports world. With the NBA out of the way and baseball season through, sports fans were forced to fill the void with NHL games. For once the general sports fan cared about Crosby and Ovechkin outside of the Stanley Cup playoffs.

It was obvious that the NHL players wanted to play hockey. It is still evident based on the amount of money that they get played.

I’m adamant in the fact that hockey players are some of the hardest working athletes, so it’s hard to find sympathy with the players in the NBA. It seems as if this entire lockout was based on money. The multi-millionaires were convinced they weren’t getting paid enough and the multi-billionaires were convinced they were giving up too much.

I believe it all boils down to this: the NBA athletes should want to play the game they love. Instead they are more concerned with the amount of money that gets put into their bank accounts, despite the fact that the majority of them gain revenue from other avenues … does Lamar Odom and Kris Humphries ring a bell for anybody?

I didn’t care about the NBA lockout when it started, I was more worried about the Bruins Stanley Cup hangover, and I’m not ecstatic that the players and coaches have now come to an agreement.

Most NHL fans will agree with me when I ask, who cares about the lockout ending? In fact, I’m a bit upset about it. Sports coverage will now be divided between football and basketball with hockey taking a back seat.

The NBA was no great loss, so why will it now be any great gain?

Column: The Focus Should Be On Sandusky

By Brittany Burke

A lot of light has been shed on the Penn State molestation case since the news first broke last week. Joe Paterno was fired for not doing more, for not taking matters into his own hands and ensuring that the boys who were violated by then-assistant coach Jerry Sandusky were given justice and helped.

Much was said about all the parties involved, but mostly Joe Pa. I’ve tried to read about the case as much as I could, and I’ve come to the decision that while I think Paterno should have done more, like he said he should have, I am also inclined to feel sorry for him.

I know being “pro-Paterno” could get me hated, but this isn’t because I’m a Penn State fan. I’m not one of the hundreds of students protesting the firing of Paterno, seemingly forgetting that he does in fact have a hand in this entire scandal.

This also doesn’t mean that I don’t acknowledge that what had happened was disgusting and morally wrong, but I also remember it wasn’t Paterno in the shower with the boys, it was Sandusky.

I think a lot of people are forgetting who the true criminal is in this case, Sandusky. It was Sandusky who allegedly molested 8-year old boys, who were already in a vulnerable position. It was Sandusky who used his own charity foundation, the Second Mile charity, to seemingly find these boys. Not Paterno.

As Paterno is caught in the media and a public crossfire between those who support him and those calling for his head, Sandusky is getting off easy.

When arrested, Sandusky was given a $500,000 bail and the idea of having to wear an ankle monitor was thrown around, but one district judge put an end to it. Now, not only does Sandusky not have to pay his bail unless he doesn’t appear in court, he also doesn’t have to wear the monitor. Instead district judge Leslie Dutchcot ruled he only steer clear of children.

Now, as of Monday, Sandusky has come forward in an interview with Bob Costas proclaiming his innocence. I know it is the tell-tale saying that “innocent until proven guilty,” but how could we believe a grown man who admitted to taking showers with young boys, but adamantly refuses that it was anything other than horsing around?

My question is, why aren’t we protesting that? People seem to be spending so much time focusing on Paterno that Sandusky slips through the cracks.

Telling him to avoid contact is a minor slap on the wrist for someone who allegedly molested children over the course of 15 years, why aren’t we up in arms about that?

I hope that more people realize that we have to put full blame on Sandusky for doing this. This is a man who still sees nothing wrong with what he has done. So I ask again, why are we spending so much time focusing on Paterno?

“I shouldn’t have showered with those kids … I have showered after workouts. I have hugged them and I have touched their legs without intent of sexual contact,” said Sandusky in the Costas phone interview.

How could we continue to push this man to the back burner and use Paterno as a scapegoat? The answer is that we can’t.

I realize this is something that could have been avoided, had Paterno gone to the police instead of the athletics director. But he did what he thought was necessary to ensure that what had happened was properly taken care of, but what Paterno did or didn’t do isn’t the vital information here.

Should he have checked back with the official he told to make sure he was handling it? Yes. Should he have told more than one authoritative person to make sure this wasn’t just brushed to the side? Yes.

However, it isn’t him we should be focusing on. Paterno is just one small piece in this huge scandal. I agree that Paterno should have been let go, but he had already announced his retirement for the end of the season.

What I don’t agree with is the fact that he was fired over the phone. Despite everything that has come about, I believe he deserves to be shown more respect than that, but again this isn’t about him. It is not Paterno that matters, it is Sandusky.

This scandal is mostly about the alleged eight boys who have been harmed by Sandusky’s negligence, and it is about Sandusky who abused his position of power. Let’s not forget that.

Column: November Gets Hairy For A Cause

By Brittany Burke

In October, women post secret and confusing Facebook statuses about the color of their bras or where they leave their purses. The color pink is prominently displayed, even on professional football fields, all in the name of breast cancer awareness.

Now that October has come and gone, it is time for the women to step aside and to let the men take center stage. The month of November isn’t about posting statuses, it’s about putting down the razors and letting the facial hair grow.

While October is dedicated to breast cancer, the next month is all about raising awareness for cancers that affect men, most notably prostate cancer.

In past years I’ve heard about the “No Shave November” movement, which challenged men to grow beards (something usually reserved for NHL playoff season), but this year it seems to be all about growing mustaches and renaming November to Movember.

Being able to grow facial hair is usually something men pride themselves in, or at least from what I’ve heard from my guy friends and 17-year old brother, who can have a full beard in less than a month, so it makes sense that to raise awareness from men they’d go scruffy for 30 days.

The men who participate are most notably called Mo Bros. The idea that began in Australia has spread quickly throughout the world, garnering more and more attention. It seems that having multiple men with moustaches is doing the same thing as the confusing Facebook statuses were, which is getting people to ask questions.

So far there have been over 1 million participants and $174 million rose in the effort to garner awareness for men’s health since 2003. The United States Movember foundation funds charities such as the Livestrong and the Prostate Cancer Foundation.

What makes this movement so strong is that it’s not just for men like breast cancer awareness month isn’t just for women. Larry Fitzgerald and multiple athletes and professional organization cast stereotypes aside and donned pink for awareness and in November there can also be Mo Sistas.

No, this doesn’t mean to stop shaving your legs or something crazy like that, that doesn’t help anything. Instead, being a Mo Sista means putting up with a month of beard burn, supporting the Mo Bros and speaking about the cause.

It’s vital with causes like the ones in the past couple of months, to be creative to draw even more attention. NHL goalie, Jonas Hiller has started to wear a new mask in honor of the cause. The mask was created with his Duck teammates’ portraits on it, but all the pictures have drawn-on moustaches. At the end of the month Hiller plans to auction the mask off and donate the proceeds to prostate cancer research.

You don’t have to be a professional athlete to make a difference, every conversation and dollar helps in trying to rid the world of cancer.

Column: How You Handle A Loss

By Brittany Burke

I’ve seen a lot during my time as a sports writer for this paper. I’ve covered countless games in multiple sports, written about player arrests, new appointments, renovations, and the worst of all, the loss of an athlete. While nothing can come close to the emotion felt during the time of Rich Royster’s tragic death, last Saturday certainly climbed the list of hardest things to write about thus far.

Saturday afternoon I watched from the press box as the football team fell to the University of Albany 63-35, extending its losing streak to five games. That night I sat in the Newington Arena surrounded by Boston College parents looking on as the Eagles steadily buried the Blue Devils club hockey team, 10-3.

As a writer I had quite a few palm-to-face, shake my head, “I can’t believe this is happening” moments throughout the day, but what I felt is nothing compared to what was felt by the players.

The emotions were outpouring as the football team fought for a final touchdown, even though the game was lost, and as the hockey team took shots on net trying to soften the harsh deficit. As I was watching the games all I could think about was what was to come after the final whistle and horn sounded; the inevitable post-game interviews.

This is one of the hardest aspects of sports journalism. How do you speak to someone and ask them why and how their team just lost the game? That Saturday I ended up just speaking to the coaches of the teams rather than the student athletes, despite the fact that I hate having a one source game story.

The student athletes who represent CCSU leave everything they have out on the field, pitch, rink, diamond or in the pool, that is obvious by the pride they have. No one ever wants to talk about a loss, whether you’re playing pee-wees or professionally, it’s just human nature.

However, despite how difficult it is, it’s something that comes along with being a professional sports journalist. My job at the paper has given me a multitude “real world” situations to prepare me for when it comes time to walk across the stage in May and actually graduate.

I’ve learned a lot, and Saturday was just another lesson. While waiting for those interviews, I was able to feel the disappointment in the air, but it is something that has to be done, and I’m lucky enough to be exposed to it now.

I began this column wanting to talk purely about the hardships faced and felt this weekend, but as I write I can’t help but want to express again just how important it is to take hold of the opportunities CCSU presents its students with. I know this may sound like a broken record, but I speak the truth. The time flies at CCSU, even though some people may think otherwise, and before you know it life will move beyond Elmer’s and having fun with friends, so do all that you can while you can, and make the most of what you have.

Column: A Taste Of The Big Time

By Kenny Barto

I’m fortunate. It’s that plain and simple, I’ve been extremely lucky when it comes to my career.

Up until this weekend, the biggest game I had ever covered was the Connecticut Whale’s outdoor hockey game at Rentschler Field, but the work that night was for The Recorder.

So, when I found out that I would be shooting UConn Basketball’s “First Night,” I found myself nervous for the first time as a photographer. I wasn’t nervous because I would be standing in front of 10,000 people, I was nervous because of the client.

When my friend and fellow photographer Steve McLaughlin booked me for the Friday night event, I really didn’t know who we’d be working for. But, when I met up with McLaughlin on Friday I found out that we were working for a marketing company, who was working on a Nike ad campaign.

Primarily, our shoot list consisted of getting anything containing Nike’s famous logo, but it wouldn’t be easy. The major shot they wanted was a banner that would be unveiled while the lights were off, with a spotlight shined on it. So, we set up a time lapse on a stationary camera on the opposite end of the arena. I was shooting with a bigger zoom lens, and my photos came out so-so, but the time lapse was awesome. I had never done anything like that before, but McLaughlin’s idea worked.

With the tough part of the shoot done, the fun part began. I was able to get close to Ray Allen, Jim Calhoun, Geno Auriemma, as well as shoot the three point contest and dunk contest from down low. It was exhilarating, and I was able to witness how a large program operates.

This thrilling and rewarding experience was only the first half of my weekend.

On Saturday, I was able to assist McLaughlin again, but this time it was a top 10 Division-1 hockey match up. The third ranked Denver Pioneers were playing the eighth ranked Boston University Terriers at Agganis Arena in Boston.

For the second night in a row, I was able to shoot a top ranked program, but in a different sport. I like hockey, and I got to see some of the best talent in the country. About half of the players that played on Saturday had been drafted and will play in the NHL some day.

I ended up meeting another photographer who was my age, Andrew Fielding, who traveled to Boston from Denver. He shot for U.S. Presswire, and has done work for the Pioneers as well as the Colorado Rockies and huge events like the 2011 Orange Bowl between Stanford and Virginia Tech. The best part of it was that he was the Photo Editor of Denver University’s paper, The Clarion. When I planned on writing this column, I planned on talking about how the two programs had awesome fans and great attendance, but instead, I just wanted to say that meeting Fielding was a breath of fresh air. It showed me how far I have to go and refocused my mind on what I need to do to get there.

I admit that I was a little high on my horse going into the weekend, and it seems that life found a way to get my mind where it should be. It got me to focus, and I was able to prove to myself that I’m good, but I’m not great. Ultimately, it’s given me the ability to strive for more accomplishments similar to Fielding’s. At the same time, I sort of know now that my dream of possibly shooting at Yankee Stadium just might come true.

This breath of fresh air has given me a new perspective on my career. This is why I love traveling to work and why I always enjoy meeting new people. CCSU may always be my home, but I will forever cherish the opportunity to visit a new destination.

Column: Fan Support Makes A Difference

By Brittany Burke

I spent a lot of time in a hockey rink this weekend. Three hockey rinks. Four different games in three days and I loved every minute of it. While each game is always different, there was one interesting link; each of the four games went into an overtime situation.

With as much hockey as I sat and watched this weekend, I also couldn’t help but let my eyes wander to the other fans sitting in the bleachers. I have never seen as many fans at a CCSU hockey game as I did on Friday night, and it was not only amazing but loud.

CCSU students filled the rink-side bleachers, they yelled, pounded on the glass, insulted the opposing team and most importantly cheered on a team that was representing their school. As the game went on and word got around that a fan on the opposing team was tapping the glass behind CCSU goalie Greg Coco, the fans only got louder and directed their screams at the University of New Hampshire goalie as payback.

Personally, at that point I thought the crowd had reached its peak, but then the game was tied with eight seconds left and overtime was forced. The crowd went wild, the Newington rink was filled with noise and I couldn’t help but thinking about how a crowd could affect the outcome of a game.

While it is the athletes who are playing and will ultimately determine who walks away with the win, loss or tie, the fans play just as big a role. Having a large, boisterous crowd can lift the spirits of the athletes when they’re down and fuel their momentum to keep going. Knowing that people are their pulling for you and cheering can definitely lift morale. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be a huge crowd, a few loudmouths would even do the trick.

I drove home from the rink that night thinking about just that, then the next night as I sold 50/50 raffle tickets at the first CT Whale home game and the crowd of 8,900 made noise for the team I thought about it again.

There’s a reason why so many organizations continuously try to get the fans involved, and why being at home equals an automatic advantage … the fans are that extra something that could really make a difference.

Whether or not the home team walks away from the game with a win, the fan-created atmosphere still matters. The importance of the fans is why everyone should support athletics. This weekend I saw first-hand what power fans have over a game, so why wouldn’t you want to help the team you support? If no one supports the athletes or show they care, what reason do they have to give it all they have each week?

It’s only midway through this fall season and I’ve already seen an increase the amount of CCSU fan support, for both NEC and club sports. Now that the support has begun, it has to be kept up, especially during the tail end of the football season and into the start of basketball.