As Daily Collegian lore would have it, there has been a football game at the end of every fall semester. Usually it's played within the news division and usually people get sent to the hospital. (This game is not touch by any means.)

Last year we had two concussions, two broken ribs and one reporter had to have a metal plate inserted into his cheek. Blood is shed almost every year. Normally, the mostly male sports staff challenges the rest of the news staffs, which is mostly female. On top of that, never in recent history has the sports staff ever lost this fall game. Ever. The closest we came was last year in a 21-0 shut out. Yeah.

If you haven't picked up on it yet, this game is a huge deal. We reporters aren't exactly the most athletic bunch, but when we get the chance to suit up and work it all out, it's game on, Holmes.

This year, eight or so business fellas who came out (who were really tall) joined all the news reporters who were not on the sports staff and together played the sports reporters and editors.

And so, the news team gained eight more tall, football literate business boys to our own braveheart news team members to help plug the sports staff. We news team members had more pluck and determination than I've ever seen. After all, we had history to change.

A female players on the news side scored the first touchdown of the game, giving the newsies a lead from the very start. There were turnovers after turnovers, but sports couldn't capitalize. I think sports was a little upset that a girl scored on them, but that's just too darn bad.

We stopped play after the news and business team scored their third touchdown. (Not to toot my own horn, but I blocked the guy with the afore mentioned metal cheek bone to get our quarterback to the end zone. It was scary -- and awesome!)

To make a long, messy, muddy, snowy story short, the news and business team won! It was epic. I believe "SPARTA" was yelled a few times. OK, maybe not, but the point is, a new day has dawned. The fall football game curse has been broken. Perhaps, even a new tradition has been made.

O.K., O.K., so maybe we'll come into the office on Monday and act like Saturday never happened. Or maybe we won't. If this college football season has taught me anything, it is that you never know what's going to happen. And sometimes you are pleasantly surprised.