Ten Reasons You Should Join Phi Delta Theta

10. We’re making a comeback.

After not being on MSU’s campus for over 10 years, Phi Delt is back and we’re starting things off right. You can be a part of the next big thing on campus.

9. We get involved.

We’re big on giving back to our community. Everything from pulling bikes out of the Red Cedar to playing with puppies at the animal shelter. You know that sounds pretty awesome.

8. We have a sweet logo.

Seriously, look at this thing:

PDTLogo_PMS539_Tag7. Our alumni are pretty damn cool.

Neil Armstrong. NBA commissioner Adam Silver. NFL receiver Wes Welker. NFL Prime Timer Trey Wingo. BURT REYNOLDS. Yep, all Phis. Trust us, you’ll be in good company here.

6. We’ve got our house back.

The house on Cowley was famous back in the day and we’re bringing it back and better than ever. Seriously, who wouldn’t want to live here?

House5. Our alumni network is nuts.

We have alumni everywhere in every field. That’s pretty useful when you eventually grow up and have to leave MSU and do real world things. No matter where you go you’ll find a Phi.

4. Start building some real world skills now.

With in-house positions in every aspect of the fraternity, you can get great experience in your field while bettering the fraternity for you and your brothers. Everything from finance to social media work, it’s all there.

3. We like to have fun.

Seriously. Once you meet a few of us, you’ll know we’re a good time. And who doesn’t love a good time?

2. Meet new people.

With almost 50 guys already in Phi Delt, you’ll be expanding your networks and meeting friends that you’ll have for the rest of your life. The more the merrier.

1. We’re Phi Delta Theta.

We strive to be the greatest versions of ourselves and to help our brothers become the greatest versions of themselves. We’re about advancement, camaraderie, and enjoying the best years of our lives. Who doesn’t love that?


So come check us out this week. Worst case scenario: you get some free soda.

Dave Dombrowski sent some fun smack talk to Billy Beane after the David Price deal

Originally posted on HardballTalk:

OK, so this is pretty fantastic.

Athletics general manager Billy Beane strengthened his team’s rotation this morning by acquiring left-hander Jon Lester from the Red Sox. Hours later, the Tigers answered by picking up left-hander David Price as part of a three-team deal with the Rays and Mariners. As Jane Lee of MLB.com relays below, Beane received some good-natured smack talk from Tigers GM Dave Dombrowski just moments before the 4 p.m. ET non-waiver trade deadline passed:

Competing both on and off the field. I dig it. The arms race between the Athletics and Tigers is just too much fun. There’s still two months remaining in the regular season and I have no horse in this race, but it…

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The Price Was Right?

Saying goodbye is never easy, especially when it is unexpected. It’s said that it’s easier to do it quickly, like ripping a bandage off to make it quick and painless. I don’t know if I can do that, though. I’m still shell-shocked from the events that transpired with the Detroit Tigers yesterday.

The Tigers made an unexpected move, bolstering an already star-studded rotation by adding 2012 Cy Young winner David Price from the Tampa Bay Rays. All it cost them was their starting center fielder, their youngest and cheapest starting pitcher in the Majors, and one of their best up and coming prospects.

Austin Jackson, Drew Smyly, and Willy Adames are now gone. Jackson and Smyly had become staples on the Tigers and fan favorites, making this move more difficult to swallow, and prospect circles have been excited about the progress Adames had been making in the minors. Yes, the Tigers landed Price, but saying goodbye to Jackson and Smyly is going to be hard.

Jackson’s bat has been better this year, hitting at a steady .273 clip. He’s also been the Tigers’ best defensive outfielder, which isn’t staying much, but is still worth noting. He was a key piece to the string of division championships the Tigers’ have won in recent years, and helped quell the pain after Tigers’ GM Dave Dombrowski shipped fan favorite (and fellow center fielder) Curtis Granderson to the New York Yankees. He’s saved games with memorable wall-climbing grabs, dazzled with base-running speed, and injected life into the clubhouse and the fan base. The Tigers will miss AJax.

Smyly has only been with the big club a couple of years, but has become its most reliable lefty. Dazzling out of the bullpen last season gave fans hope for the future. A young, colorful left hander is something the Tigers are not accustomed to seeing, so Smyly’s success was refreshing. Yes, his campaign as a starter hadn’t been the prettiest this year, but he will be a great middle of the rotation guy. Best of luck in Tampa, Drew.

But the haul in all of this, the big kahuna, David Price, is worth the trade. He’s been one of the most reliable pitchers in baseball this season, and over the past few years. Having the ability to add Price doesn’t come around very often. Dombrowski took a calculated risk, trading defense (Jackson) for an arm (or better yet, a laser-rocket-cannon).

Price not only gives the Tigers a boost this year, but gives them an insurance policy should ace of diamonds Max Scherzer leave the team in free agency this offseason. Price is under team control until the end of the 2015 season.

Another trade deadline, and another
big move from the Tigers brass. This is the latest push for a World Series title; a chance to allow owner Mike Illitch the opportunity to hoist the trophy.

A Feel for the Game

Full count. Runners on first and second. Two outs. The last inning.

This is the type of scenario that hitters dream of when they’re growing up in the backyard, throwing up pine cones and hitting them with sticks. This is also the type of scenario that pitchers envision when they want to define themselves as a “pressure pitcher.” This is a clutch moment.

The pitcher grips the ball, the seams rippling under his fingers as he palms the ball, trying to figure out what pitch to deliver. His foot slides into a carefully-dug crevasse before the rubber. Spikes scrape the dirt, dust trickles up, giving the vibe of an old Western shootout. It’s a battle of who can get the better of who, the hitter looking to secure a comeback win for his team, or the pitcher looking to lock down the last inning to send his team home with the “W.”

The batter digs into the back of the batters box, scraping out the remnants of the back border to try and gain every millimeter of advantage that he can. He taps the plate with his bat twice and cocks, awaiting the pitchers’ best. Everything seems to blur in the background except for the mound, the pitcher, and the fence. In his mind, it’s quiet. Almost peaceful. This is what hitters dream of.

The fielders ready themselves. The runners take their leads. The shortstop fakes to second base to hold the runner on second close. The runner’s doing everything in his power to rattle the pitcher. Dancing, leaning, scraping cleats, clapping. All of the usual tricks. Anything to give his team that extra edge during this moment.

The catcher’s fingers flash, relaying signs to the pitcher. He runs through all the pitches, letting the pitcher control the moment and his destiny. Fastball, changeup, curveball, slider. Inside, outside, high, low. The pitcher gives a subtle nod and the catcher takes his place, knowing his job is to make sure that no pitch gets passed him.

The pitcher sets from the stretch, fingers on the seams, heart in his throat.

For a brief second a silence sets over the ballpark. Friends, family, bystanders are all silent as the climax of the showdown approaches. A stillness sets in. The batter and pitcher locked in a stare-down, a battle of wills, of who will crack first. Fielders punch their gloves, the on-deck batter stops his routine and watches. Both managers know the game is out of their hands now, as they stare intently at the scene unfolding in front of them.

It’s do or die.

The batter’s grip on the bat tightens, the grip twisting and creaking in his hands. The pitcher kicks his leg. The batter steps. Everything slows down.

God damn it, I love baseball.

Student Unions: An NCAA Nightmare

This past week, the Chicago district of the National Labor Relations Board ruled in favor of the Northwestern University football being able to form a union. The NCAA and universities collectively shit themselves.

This is a major step for student athletes, who I feel are largely taken advantage of. Now, I’m not an advocate of paying student athletes for their performance, I think that’s too slippery of a slope. I am a proponent though, of the NCAA taking better care of the student athletes and the athletes being allowed to profit off of their own image; neither of things currently happen. Tales of universities revoking scholarships and not paying medical bills of injured players and denying student athletes the education they were promised run rampant. The University of North Carolina is embattled in another “sham class” issue after having another brilliant essay turned in and given an “A-.”

The NCAA, an organization that is supposedly dedicated to bettering the lives of student athletes and allowing them a chance to receive an education, has become rich, bloated, and infatuated with making money off of the free labor of student athletes. They don’t pay them for performance. They don’t pay them to use their faces in commercials. They don’t pay them to do events. They. Use. Them. In 2010, the NCAA reached a TV deal with CBS and Turner Sports for a mere $11 billion for the rights to March Madness alone, and over $10 billion a year being funneled into college football TV deals, how can the NCAA not afford to provide better for student athletes?

Former Northwestern University quarterback Kain Colter’s testimony included allegations that players practice more than 40 hours a week, a clear violation of the NCAA’s 20/8 rule, which limits in-season practice time to 20 hours a week and offseason practice time to eight hours a week. Colter also added that he wasn’t able to pursue his preferred pre-med major because of football requirements. Definitely sounds like the NCAA and the university are looking out for players.

In the past, teams have meandered around that rule by having “optional” practices, which, any person who played on their high school sports team knows that “optional” actually means “if you miss this, have fun sitting the bench for the week.”

I really don’t think that players should be compensated for their performance on the field. I honestly don’t think that’s what this union movement is about, either. I believe that the players want rights. They want the right to decent healthcare, without worry that the university and the NCAA will dance around payments and have them sent to the player’s doorstep (as in 2013 when an Oklahoma basketball player’s mother received a $10,000 bill for her sons MRI). They want the right to a decent education, without the university limiting their choice of majors because of time constraints.

The biggest issue that I want to see resolved is pretty simple: cover the actual amount of a player’s year of college. Critics point out that the NCAA’s “full scholarship” actually leaves over $3,000 for the player to cover out-of-pocket. Oh, and they can’t have a part-time job, because that would take away from their sport. This little-known fact leaves player after player living below the poverty line and struggling to make ends meet.

Yes, $3,000 seems meager compared to the amount of debt that a typical student will rack up at a university. Hell, I’d love to only have to pay $3,000 a year for college, but I don’t dedicate every ounce of my free time to my sport. The NCAA has dabbled with the idea of $2,000 a year stipend for athletes, but, some simple math will deduce that $3,000-$2,000=$1,000 still not covered.

C’mon NCAA, get your shit together.

I think this Union movement will be awesome for athletes in college. I think it will make them better, safer, and more apt to succeed after sports. The NCAA and universities have become so concerned with making money off of their free laborers that they’ll do almost anything to have to fork out extra money to them. They’re too greedy.

The system in place worked extremely well back in the 1950s before the days of big advertising, sponsorships, and bowl games such as the Meinke Car Care Bowl, but today it’s an outdated system, and it has to be fixed. That’s about as simple as it can get.