After a few hours of pretend sleep, we pretended to be raring to go. The weather did us a favor by being extremely nice.

In game one, we almost beat the James Madison University “Hellfish”, but gave it up at the end. This disappointed me, for I had gotten myself kicked in the shin pretty damn hard going for (and getting) a D, and would have appreciated a victory, especially inasmuch as we had it in hand.

In game two, we scored no points whatsoever against the Middlebury “Pranksters”. We, including I, engaged in dumb stupid playing. Also they were all tall and lanky and extremely very good.

In game three, there was no game three. We had a bye. I de-shirted and sunbathed for half an hour with my hands strategically placed on my chest, the fingers spread evenly apart. This ended up working really well, assuming my goal had been to make it look to the not completely stupid eye like my own hands had been on my chest.

In game four, we played alternately decently and not against ”Mr. Yuk” of Carnegie Mellon. We had almost no water left to drink. I had to keep coming out and sipping instead of taking one big gulp and staying on the field. Parched throats suck.

In game five, we played very, very competitively against Union College “Electric City Plastic”. But we gave the game away at the end just in case. We can't have a CWRU team going around and winning actual games, can we?

Back to the motel. I persuaded the hot water knob to work for me, but it wouldn't work for anyone else afterward. Uh, I didn't do nuthin'.

Selecting a place to eat proved difficult. Finally we settled on Ponderosa. I was extremely hungry and wolfed down way too much food way too fast. Trying to get away from the table and help things settle, I stepped outside to toss a disc, but instead immediately tossed my dinner, thanks to the potent mix of air and manure. I felt somewhat better right away, but not as much better as when I stepped right back into the restaurant, where it didn't smell like manure.

Finding the party was trouble too. It was way out there somewhere, where the road was narrow and pitch black. The highlight of the party proved to be the UVM girls doing “porpoises”, which has very little to do with the playful sea creatures. The highlight of the evening, however, was when Rodney drove a car back early (good thing #1) and stopped in a field so we could stargaze. As a kid, I was nuts about astronomy. I still like it, but I've lost the habit of looking up at night and realizing how much more I have to know. And I've lost the habit of being in places where one can discern finer details of the night sky. Thank you, Steve Rodney.