Ladies and gentlemen of the Harvard Class of 1999, wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

Specifically, wear sunscreen while playing golf on a glorious day in the springtime; there is no feeling like that one pure shot that makes you beg to play the next day.

But while I am on the subject of advice, here's some more:

Root for the local teams, even if you maintain your old allegiances. There is nothing like actually going to a stadium and watching a game that you care about.

Learn to watch hockey, especially the playoffs; the game is still pure, and you can tell the players actually care. Where else are you going to see some guy with 90 percent of his teeth knocked out not missing a shift?

Every once in a while (not more than that), talk trash. It's fun.

Watch Pete Sampras at Wimbledon before he retires; he is a once in a generation talent and never will you see someone make something so hard look so easy.

Watch the World Cup. You may not like soccer yet, but the whole world stops for this event for a reason; the U.S. is just behind the times.

Go to the playoffs.

Paint your face.

Lose your voice.

Get on the Jumbotron!!!

Enter an NCAA Basketball pool. Then, root for the upsets, no matter what happens to your picks. The five bucks are worth the excitement of watching some podunk school celebrate its impossible defeat of College Basketball University.

Coach a team: Little League, youth soccer, whatever it is, you'll be challenged and rewarded.