Yet another reason why I should go back to school: Collegiate Quidditch.

According to a USA Today article, this month's "Intercollegiate Quidditch World Cup Fall Festival" at Middlebury College in Vermont marks the legitimacy of the formerly fictional sport created in the "Harry Potter" series by J.K. Rowling.

Quidditch is reportedly played at Middlebury, Vassar, Bucknell University, Tulane, Oberlin, Marlboro College and Washington's own Whitman College.

Players play on brooms and wear capes. Referees dress as witches or wizards, too, and fanfare is complete with banners, opening ceremonies and halftime entertainment.

Here's how Quidditch is played in real life, according to the article:

  • Brooms are required, leaving only one hand available, making the game harder as you chase the game ball, a slightly deflated volleyball.
  • Each team has seven players.
  • Three chasers throw the ball among them as they work down the field. If they get it through one of three circular goals (think hula hoops on poles), the team scores 10 points.
  • At the same time, two other team members fling around dark balls called bludgers in an attempt to distract and knock over opposing players. When a player is hit with a bludger, he must drop any ball he is holding and run back to his goal zone before he can make any more plays.
  • Seekers try to catch the most elusive ball, the Golden Snitch. In the Rowling books, the Snitch flies about independently. In real life, it hangs in a sock from the shorts of a player selected for fleetness of foot. The Snitch disappears for periods of time, reappearing on the field to shrieks of the crowd. The Snitch player has a much larger boundary than the others, often covering a large part of campus. Seekers can follow him. Catching the Snitch is worth 50 points, and once the Snitch is caught, the game ends.

I better get back to studying those GREs, and start practicing flying, figuratively.

If sluggishness, walking like a drunk and having a metallic taste in one's mouth are symptoms, then I think I gave myself a concussion when I banged my head into concrete getting out of my car this morning. I can't get my brain to work right now and need a jumpstart.

Update: I'm feeling better. I think I only suffered from a mild concussion. Thanks to all those who showed support and sent flowers.


Congratulations to my former colleagues and classmates (and uber gaming geeks) Aaron Apple (in purple) and Lauren Miller (in gold) for being featured in the lead image in The New York Times technology section online today, as pictured above. See the full article here.

Most mornings, I passively watch the Today Show and let Meredith Vieira, Matt Lauer & Co., tell me mostly brainless "news" stories and flavor segments with product plugs. Moos will occasionally comment, "Oh, I like what Ann Curry's wearing today. She looked awful yesterday."

This morning, however, Meredith hosted a segment about unhealthy holiday eating and opened my glassy eyes to a shocking, underreported truth: Starbucks holiday drinks WILL KILL YOU.

OK. That's an exaggeration, but they are terribly unhealthy. I was truly bummed to learn this because I frequent the Starbucks below my office and was going to ask for Starbucks gift cards for Christmas.

I did some research into matter for grande size drinks and the facts are startling:

  • Eggnog lattes have 450 calories, 170 fat calories, 18 grams of fat and 49 grams of sugar.
  • Peppermint white chocolate mochas have 490 calories, 120 fat calories, 13 grams of fat and 76 grams of sugar.

Keep in mind, these stats are for drinks with non-fat milk. Go with whole milk and there will be a whole lot more of you to love in no time. Check out more Starbucks nutrition facts, or just watch "Supersize Me," but think Starbucks. It's all the same.

So, I encourage everyone to stay away from the festive holiday Starbucks drinks. Or as Katrine would say, "You should be going to Cafe Fiore anyway."