The boys and I watched Harvard come back to beat Holy Cross 25-24 with a last minute touchdown.
It was perfect football weather and fun to watch under the new lights at the stadium. It was quite crowded with 22,000 in attendance.
The boys got in free as guests of Alexa and her roommate Pamela. They were just coming from a dinner at Quincy House with the Half Asian Club (HAPA).
I've asked many times but no one knows what the P stands for. It was funny because Alexa introduced her friends as, "This is Pamela; she's half Japanese. This is Crystal; she's half Korean. This is James; he's half Vietnamese." I wondered if the Half Asian Club had gang fights with the All Asian Club.
By the way James father (Guy Fish) was class of '81 and lived in Quincy House for a year before moving to the Quad. Since we walked in with Alexa and her friends, I figured we would watch the game with them. But Alexa very diplomatically asked where we were sitting and said she'd come say hi at halftime. I got the clue and we went and sat with the old alumni at the 50, while she sat with the current college crowd near the band.
Nick met a bunch of his friends at the game (one dad is a fellow alumn, the other is a prof) and they ran around in the empty seats in the end zone while Harvard stunk up the first half, getting intercepted a couple of times and falling two touchdowns behind.
But he came they all came and watched with us during the 4th quarter while Harvard scored twice to win the game and then put in a tough defense to shut down Holy Cross and run the clock out.
We stuck around after the game to listen to the Harvard Band and one of the coaches tossed a game ball to Nick up in the stands. Nick was really psyched, holding the ball over his head, yelling "I got one! I got one!"
By the way Larry, we watched the cheerleaders for awhile and I told Michael you were a cheerleader. He was surprised because he knows you were a big jock swimmer and thought the cheerleading was a bit lame. He wondered why you wanted to be a cheerleader and I suggested maybe it fun, but he wasn't convinced. So then I got to wondering, why did you join the cheerleading squad? How many years did you cheer? Was it fun? Did you get a varsity cheerleading letter? Does Harvard give varsity letters? You must have a bunch from swimming. Are you in some Varsity Club? Inquiring minds want to know.
It was perfect football weather and fun to watch under the new lights at the stadium. It was quite crowded with 22,000 in attendance.
The boys got in free as guests of Alexa and her roommate Pamela. They were just coming from a dinner at Quincy House with the Half Asian Club (HAPA).
I've asked many times but no one knows what the P stands for. It was funny because Alexa introduced her friends as, "This is Pamela; she's half Japanese. This is Crystal; she's half Korean. This is James; he's half Vietnamese." I wondered if the Half Asian Club had gang fights with the All Asian Club.
By the way James father (Guy Fish) was class of '81 and lived in Quincy House for a year before moving to the Quad. Since we walked in with Alexa and her friends, I figured we would watch the game with them. But Alexa very diplomatically asked where we were sitting and said she'd come say hi at halftime. I got the clue and we went and sat with the old alumni at the 50, while she sat with the current college crowd near the band.
Nick met a bunch of his friends at the game (one dad is a fellow alumn, the other is a prof) and they ran around in the empty seats in the end zone while Harvard stunk up the first half, getting intercepted a couple of times and falling two touchdowns behind.
But he came they all came and watched with us during the 4th quarter while Harvard scored twice to win the game and then put in a tough defense to shut down Holy Cross and run the clock out.
We stuck around after the game to listen to the Harvard Band and one of the coaches tossed a game ball to Nick up in the stands. Nick was really psyched, holding the ball over his head, yelling "I got one! I got one!"
By the way Larry, we watched the cheerleaders for awhile and I told Michael you were a cheerleader. He was surprised because he knows you were a big jock swimmer and thought the cheerleading was a bit lame. He wondered why you wanted to be a cheerleader and I suggested maybe it fun, but he wasn't convinced. So then I got to wondering, why did you join the cheerleading squad? How many years did you cheer? Was it fun? Did you get a varsity cheerleading letter? Does Harvard give varsity letters? You must have a bunch from swimming. Are you in some Varsity Club? Inquiring minds want to know.
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