Saturday Review

I was a starter in the scrimmage yesterday, and I think I acquitted myself pretty well. At one point, I broke a 30 yd. run through several tacklers and set up a try in one more phase. Plus, I managed a pretty respectable work rate and poached a bunch of balls.

Last night, during the team's drink-up, we were attacked by egg-throwing light-weight rowers. It was bizarre because they were clearly outnumbered, and because I can't imagine any random group of Yale men that couldn't beat the crap out of the light-weight crew team. What are those guys, 150 lbs.? So it's even stranger, by a fairly large factor, that they would want to pick a fight with the rugby team. Needless to say, they might have started it, but they didn't finish it. We did, by pelting the exterior of their house with rocks and bricks.

And then, uh, there was Toad's.

I'm going to watch the Giants. Peace.

UPDATE: Giants = ugly