MVP

  • She’s in the huddle: Madison West’s first-ever female coach

    Written by: Rachel Cohen Grace Cannizzo grew up loving sports. She noticed during fifth grade that every recess the boys would play soccer so one day, she told one of them she wanted to join.  He invited her in and she eventually became the only girl playing in a group of 40 boys. It wasn’t…


  • Sean West’s rise seems to be more steadfast than improbable

    West, who grew up an avid Badgers fan is now playing – and thriving – on his childhood team. Written by: Jacob Szczap With his back facing the student section and the Wisconsin Badgers in a 4th-and-19 situation in the midst of a blowout, Sean West fielded a high snap standing on his own two-yard…


  • Cheerleader by Day, Bartender by Night

    By: Taylor Larsen It’s bar close at Whiskey Jacks Saloon on State Street, and the floor is sticky. Security is pushing out the last group of people who swear they “know the owner.” The music is still blaring for how late it is, and behind the bar, UW cheerleader Shayla Schulz is doing dishes and…


  • The 4’10” Maestro: How Krystal Medina Quietly Controls The Game

    by Tatum Fisher On a gray New England afternoon, the first thing anyone noticed was how small she looked. A girl barely five feet tall stepped onto the “Field of Dreams” at Pomfret School, surrounded by towering pines, a sharp fall wind, and a team of players she barely knew. She didn’t say much that…


  • Finding the sweet spot: How UW–Madison Club Tennis helped Jonathan Kim fall back in love with the game

    by Abigail Bures On a sunny November morning at Nielsen Tennis Stadium, the sound hits first: the sharp pop of a clean forehand, the quick squeak of shoes on a freshly swept court, the breathy chorus of ‘Let’s go!’ echoing off the rafters. It’s the third weekend in November, the start of the Badger Classic;…


  • J.J. Spaun’s 64-Foot Redemption: The Long Road to a U.S. Open Title

    by Jack Behler PITTSBURGH ~ The ball rolled for what felt like forever, cutting across 64 feet of soaked Oakmont green. The gallery leaned in, holding its breath as the putt twisted toward the hole. When it dropped, J.J. Spaun didn’t roar. He exhaled. He didn’t pound his chest. He wiped his face, hugged his…


  • Six Surgeries, One Dream: How Mason Reiger Refused to Quit Football

    by Lindsay Herber Under the white glare of the hospital lights, Mason Reiger stared at his stitched-up knee – wrapped, swollen, and motionless. A steel pole was loud beside his bed, pumping antibiotics through a line in his arm every few hours. The same leg that once drove him through tackles at Louisville now ached…