Saturday, November 17, 2007


No, Yale didn't win.

On the bright side, during the tailgate, they actually played more rock than rap. And the rap they did play was (mostly) enjoyable. Even the single country song was good--Rascal Flatts, a country band I've begrudgingly come to trust...

On the brighter side, in my awkward reclusion, I scratched this sketch out while waiting for The Game to start. Some random homeless-looking guy approached me and told me he saw this girl walking around.

I said, "Oh, cool."
I thought, "She isn't real."
I felt, "Scared."

We'll teach those Crimson Cretins a thing or two next year on their terf. Again.


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