I'm still waiting for someone to regale me with tales of courage and endurance from the weekend. You see, I was being a weenie and nursing my ankle, while older and wiser men than me boarded a bus for Manchester to play three games against Amoskeag in ninety degree weather.

So, I wasn't there, so I don't know for sure, but, Alfred, Lord Tennyson wasn't at the Charge of the Light Brigade either when he wrote these stirring words that somehow seem appropriate for the moment:
"Was there a man dismay'd?...
...Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die...

...While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the Mouth of Hell...

...When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!"

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I do know that the Old Boys won, but when they put on different jersey's and played again they didn't fare so well. After that, who knows?

Well, I proud of all you old bastards!