I have nothing against the winter — well at least not against the winters back in New York City. But on a day like Wednesday, when the snow was raising hot chocolate sales, skidding cars along College Avenue and diminishing even further my desire to make the snowy slog to class, I more and more wish I was in Tampa. Why Tampa? Well, for one thing, it’s warm. Two, the Super Bowl is being held there this Sunday. Three, see reason number one. The dream of going to the Super Bowl this year to watch the Giants go back-to-back is, of course, crushed, faded, non-existent. Instead, I’ll be watching it somewhere in Collegetown, trying to ignore the fact that the Giants beat both of the Bowl’s teams at some point during the regular season.

Let me ask you a question. If I was to, say, go out with one of my friends, race two cars around the neighborhood for 50 or 60 laps, would you call that a sport? How about if I did 200 laps? Or what if I got a small group of people to watch? And I promised to do a back flip after I win? Would you call that a sport? I thought you wouldn’t.

But for some reason, I am still trying to understand why people consider NASCAR an actual sport. For some reason, driving around for 500 laps or so earns some coverage in sports shows. Really? How about me? Can I get some coverage? Give me a nice ride with some horsepower and I can busy too.

First and foremost, I’m feeling good right about now — presidential almost. It didn’t really set in until I talked to my mother Tuesday night. I haven’t heard my mother that joyous in a while, if ever. Even if Barack Obama doesn’t work out how everybody hopes and assumes he will, his election means so much in terms of how far we have come as African Americans and as America as a whole.

And for that alone, Tuesday was a great day in America.

But seeing as this is on the other side of the newspaper — which is the better side — I have to keep this column sports-related.

So I had a prelim last Thursday that frankly, I wasn’t prepared for. Despite all my efforts to wake up in time for my 10:10, it just didn’t work. From having wake-up calls from my friend to putting my phone alarm on the highest volume, it just wasn’t happening.

I even put my phone on the floor on the other side of the room to make myself actually get out of bed to turn it off — still didn’t work. I would somehow convince myself to get under the sheets (the lecture slides are all online, right?).

So after a month of either missing class or getting there late, I had one night to get it all together.