As those who watch the Olympics closely know, it abounds with the more obscure sports that only the Ivy League has enough money to field teams in. Not surprisingly, then, the Ivy League has fielded its fair share of Olympians over the years, even as other conferences have taken over the role of being the NBA and NFL's minor leagues. There are enough, in fact, that somebody out in the Internets decided they deserve their own blog. Even less surprisingly, the historical medal count indicates what many a Columbian could have already guessed: Columbia has contributed only 35 Olympians and 13 medalists, significantly below the next lowest, Brown (51 Olympians and 25 medalists).That's waking the echoes of the Hudson Valley. Still, Bwog wishes best of luck to the Columbians competing in dressage, the 400 meters, and, of course, fencing. Hopefully some of their events will actually be on in prime time.

"Hoyt believes that he got into Columbia because of baseball and he's probably right."

A student on Spiegelman's Comics Marching into the Canon seminar, and this web-only interview

Café East, it's "East" of...the Hudson River

(Locke + Hume + Rousseau + Burke) x Matthew Fox) = we've been waiting

Bwog football correspondent CML recounts the Lions' loss to Dartmouth.

The defining question for this Saturday's contest between Columbia and Dartmouth wasn't who was in the gutter -- both teams were tied for last place in the Ivy League at 0-2 -- but who was looking at the stars. When the pigskin first left the foot of the Big Green's kicker and arced through the brisk October air, it became obvious that it was the Lions. The skyward-gazing kickoff returner was wrenched back to painful reality as the ball glanced off his unsuspecting body, and though Columbia retained possession, the infamous offense fumbled on the first play of the drive, this time relinquishing control deep in its own territory (and establishing a record for the ratio of fumbles to plays). Dartmouth, whose focus was evidently more terrestrial, nimbly picked the Lions' defense apart with adroitness, perhaps uncharacteristic of perpetual inebriates to notch a touchdown and field goal in quick succession. The offense puttered around the line of scrimmage myopically, the Big Green scored another touchdown to extend its lead to 17, and the Lions found themselves thrown from the gutter into a spiraling abyss of futility.