When I first arrived at Fordham, I could not wait to wear the F crest on my chest and compete for our track and field team. Now, I’ve lost an entire year of competition due to the pandemic, and the future of upcoming races remains unclear.
Super Bowl LIII is approaching, meaning Americans around the country will be enjoying hot wings, beer, food unnecessarily shaped into miniature footballs, the charade of pretending to enjoy sports, and of course, unpaid federal workers.
This is not the article I thought I would be writing. After all, the federal government had been shut down for over a month, and a resolution seemed more distant than a stepfather in a 90s movie.