Esteemed broomball commissioners Ty Kelly ’14 and Gareth Novak-Miller ’14 send one of the most minimal event post blurbs this website has gotten in a while pertaining to broomball, an absurd hockey-like sport that involves people in sneakers playing hockey on the ice rink every Sunday:
Hear ye, hear ye!
Come one, come all to the first meeting of Broomball 2014. Why? Because who doesn’t like falling down on ice.
Date: Sunday, January 26
Time: 8:45 PM
Place: Freeman Ice Rink
The title of this post is not meant rhetorically. It’s a serious question: who killed Spring Fling’s vibe?
Was it the student attendees, some inebriated and inconsiderate, who jumped over the barrier when the floor of the rink was at capacity and allegedly behaved drunkenly and belligerently when asked to back up? (“Some students ought to be ashamed of themselves,” observed a witness who asked to remain anonymous.) Was it the massive security detail (Public Safety and CSC) who guarded every nook and cranny with the graveness of airport TSA agents and reportedly physically abused one student and verbally harassed another? Was it the organizers (Spring Fling Committee or otherwise) who neglected to inform students in advance that they would be turned away if they arrived late, even while other students were visibly exiting, and flipped on the lights shortly before Ab-Soul’s set, possibly to punish students for failing to obey orders that were largely unintelligible over the ice rink’s cavernous din? Or was it the fucking weather, or maybe Spurrier-Snyder Rink itself, which has never seemed like a less suitable venue for a free, unticketed performance by one of the fastest rising rappers in the world in 2013? At least it wasn’t Kendrick Lamar, who, despite subpar conditions and acoustics better suited to a high school gym, performed “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe,” “Money Trees,” and other highlights from Good Kid, M.A.A.D City with admirable energy and charisma, wooing throngs of adoring fans who knew precisely how to yell out “Drank!” or “Ya bish!” on cue and reportedly popping over to Warren after the show, decked out in a Wes sweatshirt.
Just kidding, there’s no alcohol allowed at Spring Fling again. Sorry.
The bad news, as you know by now if you’ve glanced at your inbox in the last few hours, is that Spring Fling has officially been rained out and moved to the ice rink for the second year in a row. According to my forecast, there’s a 65% chance of thunderstorms tomorrow, but even if that 35% chance proves true, Andrus is already a Woodstock-like puddle of mud from today’s downfall. Meanwhile, it’s been nothing but 75 and sunny for the last week until today, because of course it has.
The good news is that
the rain might actually wash away my fucking pollen allergies for good if Spring Fling gets rained out next year there will hardly be any students who even remember that it was once a thing on Foss in the first place. The other good news is that Spring Fling Committee has managed to up the floor capacity on the rink, given that far more students are probably going to make the trek for this year’s lineup than did last time around:
How was it?
Here’s what people are saying—positive and negative—on the ACB and Facebook. Add in your own thoughts in the comments, and send any pictures from the show to staff(at)wesleying(dot)org.
- “Easily the worst concert I’ve ever been to.”
- “thought Matisyahu was phenomenal. He and his band were really into it, and really on. Vocals were great, the drummer was nuts, and Matisyahu can beat box so fucking well.”
- “it was fucking awful. the first time i left a concert (that i paid for) before it ended. i would say Baths was something worht paying $10 for, but definitely not this chiddy bang and matisyahu jokers. fucking waste of a free night.”
- “chiddy bang was sooo good!!!! matisyahu sucked HAHA”