Granted, golf, whenever Tiger Woods isn't playing at least, is not the most conducive sport to large, rowdy crowds. Indeed, I do not expect fans at all.

I play for my teammates, my coaches, my parents, and for myself. Because no one else is watching does not diminish what golf has meant to me.

Having played on other teams in other sports, I have enjoyed the experience of playing in front of cheering spectators. It is indeed glorious, but I feel that it is an aspect of the game that separates why I play from whom I play.

When pondering the existence of schedule cards, I am loosely associating them with the courting of spectators. The powers-that-be across the river (the Athletic Department) churn out these cards picturing smiley captains in hopes that they will serve as handy ways for fans to keep track of their favorite team's schedule.

Also, they make nice wall-hangings in Pinocchio's.

Along the same lines as schedule cards, I applaud the efforts of groups that aim to bring more undergrads to the stands. The Harvard-Radcliffe Foundation for Women's Athletics (HRFWA) and the Varsity Club, being two such organizations with which I am affiliated, have added spice to many basketball games, as well as attracted fans to smaller sports.

With emails galore, free t-shirts, and cans of Red Bull, they bring spunk to home-and-home ice hockey weekends.