When it comes time to look back at the past school year, I’ll definitely spend some time thinking about the sports stories that developed.

I’ll think about the Boston Red Sox coming back from a 3-0 deficit to defeat the New York Yankees in seven games. I’ll also think about how happy this made Ben Affleck and anyone involved in the production of Fever Pitch.

Then my mind will wander to thinking about my beloved Chicago Bears and the revolving door that was the quarterback position. This will force me to think of Jeff George, and I’ll giggle.

After I regain my composure, I’ll think of the Ohio Valley Conference champion Eastern volleyball team. I’ll think about all the exciting matches, the thunderous kills and the endless points. Then, I’ll take a cold shower.

Then I’ll think back about the Rick Samuels era at Eastern. He was a nice guy who never embarrassed the university by running a dirty program. Then again, he never ran a winning program, either.

I’ll think about the Baby Bulls coming back from a 0-9 start to making the playoffs for the first time since Beverly Hills 90210 was canceled. Now, instead of spending my nights chilling with Brandon and Steve Sanders, I get to watch Kirk and Nocioni.

College football managed to have two undefeated teams once again, without a clear No. 1 team. I could make a joke about how the B.C.S. should be called the B.S., but that would be entirely too easy.

I’ll think about the Chicago White Sox racing out to a 16-6 start behind two-fifths of the Cuban national team’s rotation. I’ll have this memory to console me when the White Sox go through their annual 0-for-August.

But over the last eight months, one story has been bigger than sport itself – steroids.

In sports, it’s been a period of tell-all books about who injected what into whose body. No one’s name or reputation was safe with accusations flying about which players were juiced.

The controversy even dominated attention on Capitol Hill – not like politicians have anything more important to worry about.

So when I reflect on the last eight months of sports, I’ll definitely have my hands full. I’ll get to think about the good (the Bulls), the bad (the Bears) and the ugly (Sam Cassell).

Then, after remembering, I’ll get back into the weight room, hormones in hand, and start to train for next year.

Dan Woike, a senior journalism major, is actually not on the juice. If you want to write to him and his chiseled 6-foot-2, 178-pound frame, email him at [email protected].