Young men slam into each other while their parents scream "Take him out!" and curse the umpires and question injuries (until one of their own staggers a bit). Meanwhile, girls throw each other up in the air, boys in kilts arrive late and drunk, and dogs bark and prance.
Phillip didn't play, but he looked threatening all suited up, and his parents were as proud of #21 standing on the sidelines with a clipboard as they would have been had he banged around on the field.
As for me, I enjoyed the spectacle played out under a blue blue sky. Even though the tigers lost, the weather announced that yea, Sewanee's right!
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