This is the official ballot/submission form for the first-ever Sporting Vermont Sporties, where we recognize top-notch sports media, teams, players, coaches, and venues. Vote below the jump. Learn more about the Sporties by reading our introductory post HERE. Continue reading
Here in Vermont, we recognize the people’s choice for nearly every kind of food, to the best place to buy a pipe (for, ermm, tobacco pipe smoking?) each year as Seven Days puts out for the annual Daysies. There’s a media section, but it doesn’t include one section near and dear to our hearts, and the hearts of many others: sports.
That’s why we’re taking a page from Seven Days‘ book, and putting together the first edition of the Sporting Vermont ‘Sporties’ awards. Don’t sue us, or something, Seven Days. The goal here is to recognize the people who help us get out our fill of sports (sportswriters, radio and television broadcasters, websites, etc.), and the venues, athletes, and coaches out there that entertain us the most, too.
In the coming days, there will be an official page to submit who you believe is worthy of a ‘Sportie.’ Those who earn the highest amount of votes/submissions, will be declared the winner, and maybe, a trophy. We’ll keep taking submissions until January 31, 2014.
Hopefully, this friendly process will recognize what we enjoy best in our small, but sports-crazed state, and become a timeless tradition and other hyperbole. Again, be on the lookout for the survey, and tell everyone you know to fill it out, while also using the hashtag #vtsporties on Facebook, Twitter, and other social media platforms.
1) Let’s get physical. 63 fouls called. Five technical fouls. Eight different players fouling out. A bit of a scuffle and some words exchanged. A player (Vermont’s Candon Rusin) DQ’ed and had to watch the remainder of the game from the locker room. Needless to say, the amount of fouls meant this game was very disjointed, especially in the first half, until UVM found at bit of rhythm. It really had nothing to do with the new hand-checking rules; just a physical game. It was not ideal basketball, let’s just say that. It was an anomaly, too. I think. It was certainly a unique set of circumstances, but Vermont at least was able to get over it and get the job done over a team that you’d expect them to beat. Now, just move on. Continue reading
By now, there have been enough season previews for the University of Vermont men’s basketball team that there’s really no need for another one. After all, what can be said that hasn’t already been said? So, that’s why we’re taking a different approach. A conversation. A conversation over a medium that seemingly nobody uses anymore: email. A conversation with the one person who isn’t a member of my family insane enough to reach 50 messages in a single email string. That person is sports photographer Shane Bufano.
The set up was simple: ask a series of questions, and we each answer them going back and forth with each other, discussing the upcoming season. It’s jumbled, all over the place, and may seem like we’re repeating ourselves, but it was a fun, sloppy mess that we’re both arrogant to believe you’ll all read and enjoy. So, go ahead and do that. Continue reading
Since the college basketball season is kind of upon us here in Vermont, it’s time to see where, and how, those who used to don the uniforms of local colleges are doing in the professional basketball ranks.
In total, eight players are currently active on professional teams abroad, from three different Vermont schools. If we’re missing anyone (men or women) who either played college basketball here (preferably those who graduated or didn’t transfer to another school), or a native Vermonter who is playing professionally this season, please let us know at email@example.com, or via Twitter, @SportingVermont. Continue reading
Barre, Vt. – ‘Sweet Victory.’ ‘How Sweet it is.’ ‘Milk Never Tasted so Sweet.’
Newsroom editors would love me (maybe) with headlines like that if the front page of sports coverage featured the 2013 Milk Bowl at Thunder Road, as Nick Sweet captured the season-ending prize, was congratulated by the Governor, and of course, got to kiss that cow. It was the lone overcast and drizzly day in an otherwise beautiful Vermont October, but that could hardly put a damper on proceedings.
That’s because there was still a full afternoon of racing, loads of fried dough to eat yourself into a food coma, and coolers stocked with primo domestic beers. It’s not a bad combination. Continue reading
On Thursday, the America East Conference announced that its member institutions voted to approve a change in its men’s basketball championship format, moving games to home sites of the highest seeded teams in favor of a single-site format.
Needless to say, among fans, and fellow media members, it’s brought up some serious emotion. You know what they say about emotion, though, right? It often leads to clouded judgement. So, let’s try and look at this logically, shall we? Continue reading
Essex Junction, Vt. - Convert one person each year. That’s the mantra I’ve adopted for the annual Travis Roy Wiffle Ball Tournament, now in its 12th year at one of Vermont’s hidden gems: Pat O’Connor’s home, which houses Little Fenway Park and Little Wrigley Field.
Two years ago, Bruce Bosley, who volunteers as the event’s public relations director, asked me to help out with some camera work, sending a few tweets, things like that. I remember the first year, navigating my way out to Jericho, crossing a one lane bridge, seeing the paved road end, all in soggy weather, thinking to myself just why I signed up to spend my Friday on a wet and muddy farm. But, you quickly learn how fun it is, and why it is a Top 20 Sports Experience in Vermont. Continue reading
Burlington, Vt. – As we pulled in to UVM’s Trinity Campus from Colchester Avenue, Luke asked, “do they even have someone working up here anymore?” It was a good question. It certainly didn’t look like it initially. But, lo and behold, there was somebody. Some guy, perhaps as young as 16, but no older than 20, just pointing. He may or may not have hated his life at that point.
Don’t worry, bud. I know exactly how you feel. Continue reading
After about six hours, my marathon was complete. It was 11:27 p.m.. I’m back in my apartment with drink glasses, empty champagne bottles, and a downed decanter of whiskey littered across the coffee table. I stand there chugging down a cup of water, followed by Gatorade. I’ll pass out soon enough, and have a poor night’s sleep. Rehydration efforts sprinkled through the early morning will help fight off a terrible hangover, but that doesn’t mean the pain and the soreness will leave. Continue reading