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I blow my nose loudly and toss the Kleenex out the window  onto the asphalt; I have no regard for society’s “rules” anymore.The Pitt Basketball program is endlessly frustrating. I once thought I could call Levance Fields my Hobbes, but he failed to step his game up on several key possessions throughout the tournament. Aaron Gray is most definitely not Hobbes, for the simple fact that basketball Hobbeses are required to consistently make layups when they are taller than 6’5”.

What about the playoff-bound Pens? I would pick any one of these talented athletes, but to be completely honest with you, I don't follow hockey. I enjoy watching the games, but I’m no Lamm twin. I wish the Penguins the best of luck in the NHL Playoffs, and I will be watching, but I do not have enough knowledge about the team to begin examining its roster in search of Hobbes.

But lo! A cloud on the horizon begins to lighten. All around it is a tapestry of gray, but this one shines pearly white. Is the storm beginning to break? Finegold crawls out from under Ms. Baldock’s desk (where he has lived for seven months) trembling with fear and anticipation.

Hobbes, my friends, is hope --hope that resides in every human heart. Hope for a better future, erasing memories of prior pain. Despite all the evidence to the contrary, I have hope that the Pirates will win the World Series this season, and no one can take that away from me. Not even you, Dan. You may take full control of the Sports page soon, but hard as you try, you cannot take my hope. And on that note, I’ll say hello,  Hobbes, and farewell, Allderdice.

Where's Hobbes?

By: Calvin Pollack

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