We haven't figured out much, but this is our best guess

For the last year, the five of us have shared the privilege of editing the sports section of this newspaper. The experience has been illuminating, sometimes frustrating, but ultimately satisfying. It has given us an interesting perspective on the University and on college athletics, in general. As we leave you and welcome in the 129th managing board of the 'Prince,' here are some things we think we might have learned along this four-year journey from adolescence to immaturity.

Most of the best things at this University are not what the mainstream public deems 'typically Princeton.' Football and basketball are not the only sports worth watching and Joyce Carol Oates does not teach the only worthwhile English course. Often, it is those things that get little attention that are most rewarding.

Boxed wine is dangerous. Fun, but dangerous.

We should be at the point where we do not judge based on appearances. Forget as a society, as a school we need to look to beyond stereotypes. Few would guess that our best outside shooter on the basketball team would be a five-foot nine-inch Jersey kid. Similarly, we should not classify athletes as athletes in any other venue than on the field or on the court. Look past what people do, and figure out who they are.

Beirut vs. robo is actually a worthy (and possibly deadly) debate.

It's a wonder we haven't killed each other over the past year.

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Days at Princeton can easily blend into each other. A routine sets in and weeks pass by on automatic pilot. Remember that memories don't happen, they are made. Ten years from now you will not cherish getting all of your weekly reading done. And, as loathe as we are to admit it, you won't remember an extra night at the Street. You will remember a spontaneous road trip, a Princeton-Penn basketball game and the Wailers playing outside your window of 1901. Don't let yourself fall into a routine. Always go for the unexpected.

Beast is actually really good. Beast light is not. Beast Ice is the best.

Urinating next to Michael Wilbon is far cooler than urinating next to most people (even if he makes you feel like a little less of a man in comparison).

Having the Golden Globes on in the background makes it exceedingly difficult for five people to focus on one thing. That being said, go Aviator (love you, Lex)!

Every athlete in all of our articles "tries hard." Teams will always "play their game," "take one game at a time" and "execute the game plan." Just once we would like to see an athlete that slacks off, a team that looks past easy games to upcoming rivalry contests and players who purposefully ignore a coach's instructions. Now that would be juicy reporting.

In response to the question, 'what went wrong today?' football head coach Roger Hughes said, "I don't want to blame the kids, but it was execution." At least we have one coach who knows where the buck stops.

Having a woman in a position of power is a huge help in maintaining the appropriateness and class of this section. It is also a major buzzkill (turn-on?).

The only two people who have read this paper every day this year are both related to Stirling Fiss. Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Fiss!

We've been to Cameron Indoor, the Carrier Dome, Southern California, Denver and the women's soccer final four. We held the World Series trophy and interviewed Mike Krzyzewski and Roy Williams. We saw Princeton beat Penn in overtime. Maybe the 'Prince' isn't so bad after all.

News is exceedingly bad at beer baseball.

It's a good thing the five of us don't spend too much time together.

And now that we're done with the 'Prince,' it's on to that thesis thing. What will Thad do without someone to yell at?