There were the superstars like Feaster and Hu, and then there were the ones who were never the stars, but who always bled Crimson. Most of the nation would consider bleeding Crimson laughable when compared to bleeding Carolina Blue, but I am graduating in Cambridge, not in Chapel Hill, N.C.

I will always remember the moments: Naomi Miller's playoff goal in 1997, Tasha Cupp's perfect game in 1998, Katie Gates's half-court buzzer beater in 1999.

There was women's hockey's national title in 1999, men's squash's national title in 1998, men's squash's national title in 1997 and men's squash's national title in 1996.

I will always remember watching my home-town Florida Marlins win the 1997 World Series and writing an article about it the next day.

Those were the perks of The Crimson. But there were obligations as well. My responsibility during the last four years has been to disseminate information about Harvard athletics. Whether or not I have done that well is for the readers to decide.

I know that what I wrote in my editorial columns was not always correct. However, I do hope that my writing has always been fair and positive.

I always wanted to make those readers who weren't at the games feel the excitement that those of us who were at the games felt. If I accomplished that, then I am happy.

My diversion is over, and now reality awaits. And when I arrive, like Roy Hobbs (in the movie, not the book), I plan to swing away.

But I will always remember The Shot.