NegOcc festivalgoers told to be ‘respectful’

first_img“Let this be a warning to othervisitors to respect the community where you are celebrating fiestas,” saidLacson, who was the guest of honor during the northern Negros city’s festivalhighlights on Jan. 25. BACOLOD City – Gov. Eugenio JoseLacson of Negros Occidental reminded festivalgoers in the province to berespectful when attending religious-based cultural festivities. Meanwhile, Mayor Salvador EscalanteJr. said Cadiz City observes tolerance and diversity, but this should not gobeyond the bounds of good taste, decency and accepted norms of publicconduct.  On Monday, the two individualsinvolved in the “scandalous acts” met with Escalante in the presence of citypolice chief Lieutenant Colonel Robert Mansueto. He added visitors must show respect tothe festival’s patron saint. “I call on the City Council to revisitour ordinance covering such indecent acts and further study what can be done tosafeguard the interest of Dinagsa Festival as both a cultural and religiousevent,” Escalante said.(With a reportfrom PNA/PN)center_img Lacson issued the call on Tuesdayafter some revelers flashed obscene messages and performed “lewd acts” in thejust-concluded Dinagsa Festival of Cadiz City, Negros Occidental – photos ofwhich were posted on social media. Mayor Salvador Escalante Jr. of Cadiz City, Negros Occidental (right) and city police chief Lieutenant Colonel Robert Mansueto (2nd from right) face the two individuals involved in the “scandalous acts” during the just-concluded Dinagsa Festival, at the mayor’s office on Jan. 27. CADIZ CITY POLICE STATION They submitted their letter of publicapology to the mayor and paid a fine for violation of a city ordinance.  “We would like to remind the publicthat display of obscene messages on placards, lewd acts, and the likes arecertainly unacceptable and have corresponding punitive measures,” Escalanteadded. last_img read more

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Barcelona could let Messi leave amid €700m release clause

first_imgBarcelona could be forced to let Lionel Messi to leave the club this summer, amid growing reports his €700m release clause is now invalid. Messi informed the Catalan giants of his intention to exit the club last week, and he could potentially leave on a free transfer in the coming weeks. The Argentinian’s contract includes an option to terminate his deal at the end of each season, alongside a €700m release clause at the Camp Nou.Advertisement Read Also: Barcelona send law firm packing for advising MessiLa Blaugrana are still unlikely to allow the 33-year old to leave for free, but if his release clause is not longer a factor, they may be forced to accept an offer in the region of €100m.Barcelona return to pre-season training on Monday, following a club-wide round of PCR testing, with Messi reportedly set to boycott the first session as his future remains unresolved.FacebookTwitterWhatsAppEmail分享 Barcelona have rejected Messi’s representatives claims that his early exit option is still valid, however, according to Spanish radio station Cadena SER, his release clause ended at the end of the 2019-20 season. Messi is already into the final 12 months of his contract, and Barcelona could now be forced to lower their demands in potential transfer negotiations. Loading… Promoted Content7 Breathtaking Train Stations Around The Globe10 Risky Jobs Some Women Do10 Phones That Can Easily Fit In The Smallest Pocket10 Hyper-Realistic 3D Street Art By Odeith7 Black Hole Facts That Will Change Your View Of The Universe7 Universities In The World With The Highest Market Value6 Interesting Ways To Make Money With A DroneThe Best Cars Of All TimeWhich Country Is The Most Romantic In The World?Birds Enjoy Living In A Gallery Space Created For ThemWho Is The Most Powerful Woman On Earth?The Very Last Bitcoin Will Be Mined Around 2140. Read Morelast_img read more

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Poe’s Perspective: USC versus UCLA lacks high-level intensity of great college rivalries

first_imgJulia Poe is a senior writing about her personal connection to sports. Her column, “Poe’s Perspective,” runs weekly on Thursdays. The annual clash between these two powerhouse rivals is something to celebrate for a college basketball fan. Year in and year out, it’s a consistent event that eclipses any season records or Top-25 rankings. It really doesn’t matter if North Carolina is on track to another national championship, or if Duke has a fleet of freshman monsters like forward Zion Williamson. In any given year, on any given rivalry day, both teams have an equal chance of beating the other. Mrs. O’Neill was a bit of an outlier — her room was basically bathed in crimson and blue from October to March every single year — but that question was a fairly common icebreaker asked in classrooms from first grade on. Where I grew up, our teams were an intrinsic aspect of our identities. We split up by them to play dodgeball in elementary school gym class and wore jerseys for a day of spirit week in high school. Cheering for one of those three colleges — which most of my graduating class ended up attending — was so important that I can still remember, to this day, the college allegiances of almost all of the 70 kids in my grade at elementary school. I was hoping for this type of energy, this type of generations-old hatred, when I came to college. I had heard enough tales spun about the bad blood between UCLA and USC, and after watching two teams sharing a state battle it out in Kansas vs. Kansas State, I was ready to see just how much living in the same city upped the ante. After all, I was told that the two schools hated each other — enough to duct tape the statues on campus for rivalry week, enough to burn a bonfire yards high to simulate burning each other’s mascots. I thought I was signing up for a new type of sports-induced hatred and when I got to campus, I was ready to bask in it. But in my four years at USC, I’ve come to understand that the USC vs. UCLA rivalry, despite all the trash talk and traditions, is in the second tier of sports rivalries. It brings a dull consistency, for sure, a Saturday each football season to circle in order to properly plan for a tailgate. But the actual ferocity of the fandom isn’t at the same level as other schools or other teams, and that lack of fire has left me feeling somewhat left out, as I watch friends around the country bask in their senior years of rivalries. In the end, it doesn’t really matter why this rivalry hasn’t been all that compelling in recent years. The point still stands that our rivalry is second-rate at best, relegated to noon kick-off times and repeated as half-hearted jokes by professors. As my senior year comes to a close, I couldn’t help feeling a little jealous settling in for a true rivalry game like Duke and North Carolina, wondering what could have been, if USC hated UCLA just a little bit more. I don’t really have an answer to this question. Maybe it’s because those two schools are sequestered in a semi-rural area of North Carolina, with less to do than a bunch of college kids plopped in the dead center of one of the largest cities in the world. Maybe it’s because Duke and North Carolina have kept winning year after year with seasoned, Hall of Fame coaches at the helm, while USC and UCLA have watched their football and basketball teams flounder. Or maybe it’s because we’re both too focused on different sports — UCLA on basketball, USC on football — to breed a rivalry, since we never meet on common ground. So it’s different for state schools like Kansas and K-State, or Nebraska and Iowa. Blame it on the overabundance of wheat and corn fields and the lack of things to do; blame it on small-town ideals (even though I grew up in the suburbs) or the fact that the Midwest is obsessed with basketball. But that still doesn’t explain the ferocity of a rivalry like Duke and North Carolina, two schools that are as academically competitive as USC and UCLA, yet still hate each other much, much more. It’s hard to put a finger on the exact reason that the USC vs. UCLA rivalry feels lesser, but a lot of a it comes from where I grew up. When I was in third grade, my teacher (what’s up, Mrs. O’Neill?) went around the room at the start of one week and asked each of us who we cheered for — KU, K-State or Mizzou. She then rearranged the seating chart to put the KU fans in the front rows of the classroom, the K-State fans in the middle and the Mizzou kids in the very back for the rest of the week. We were 8 freaking years old. I grew up on this type of rivalry. It didn’t matter if it was Chiefs against Raiders or Kansas playing Mizzou; all of my teams hated the hell out of someone else, guaranteeing at least two great rivalry games per season. The beauty of one of these contests was only exacerbated by circumstances — the David and Goliath odds of my (often weaker) team facing a powerhouse or the thrill of watching a sub-zero game played outdoors. Wednesday night played host to one of the Christmas-like holidays of the NCAA men’s basketball season — UNC vs. Duke Part I, the first half of one of the most hate-filled, violently competitive games of the year.last_img read more

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