Why?: Just because. Trust me.

Interests outside of squash: Music (Guster, Ben Folds, Coldplay,
Rockwell Church, Howie Day, Bob Schneider, Jump Little Children), a
cappella, piano, the Yankees, tennis, EE stuff, The Simpsons, Family
Guy, South Park, and The Daily Show.

One goal you would most like to meet this year: Live up to the legends
who have come before me.

Something about you not many people know: My pinkies are messed up.

Describe yourself in one word: Concise.

Favorite Stanford Squash Team Story: Can't decide. Candidates: the epic
battle for shotgun at the 2002 Nationals between Rooksie and DCP,
watching Jason eat a family size meal on several occasions, Paul's
multiple come from behind match-saving 5th-game victories at Harvard,
Sam losing everything from his boarding pass to his insulin, Jon's
A-game display with the stewardess on a certain red-eye flight and his
B-game display with the high schoolers at Yale, and the now-legendary
origin of Aaron's other nickname. And finally, although I wasn't there,
the famous "You ruined my life!" broken fishtank on the front lawn story
from New Haven. Ok, on second thought, the one moment that is both my favorite and the most terrible was that infamous banquet. May it never be spoken of again.

How did you get into Stanford, you idiot?: Ever heard of a little thing
called the internet? Yeah, I invented that. Al Gore helped.

One question to ask <insert Deity of choice>: Could you hit a shot so well that even you couldn't return it?

Complete this line: He that is master of himself will soon... master the
three-wall boast.

Crumple or fold: Fold. Anyone who says otherwise has severe emotional problems.