School spirit is an odd concept. And when I say odd, I mean marginally terrifying. This enthusiasm, in many ways, resembles an annual influenza outbreak: It is infectious, relentless, and gives some of us the chills. While it may have at one time been conducive to unifying a student body within a university, it now comes across as a type of hostile, smug-ridden outward devotion. Is school spirit even a good thing? Isn’t excessive expressed pride frowned upon? We all, essentially, hide behind Wolfie. Perhaps it is more comparable to nationalism than anything else.
It's the biggest basketball game in Stony Brook history. Thousands of fans fill the arena in the Indoor Sports Complex, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, transforming the rows of light brown bleachers to a mass of red. They’re cheering on the men’s basketball team as the Seawolves take on the University of Vermont in the America East Championship game.
