Kick the Crate

After a rousing pre-dawn, five-block epic of kick the crate, I find myself grinning as never before in the past few weeks. Of course, I have two raised bruises on my shins that I am sure I will feel soon. But, oh - the fun! The glory! It makes me think that stickball needs to return to the Boudin Courtyard, in the worst way. So, let the word go forth, I'm keeping my eyes open for good sticks. Foam balls or pine cones could be a plus. And now that I think about it, I noticed the old ball stuck above the library wall when I went to Prof. Swift's office hours last week. It's still there, months later, abandoned to the elements on the ledge. Poor ball.

Well, you heard it. Contest living on a shoestring will return to Boalt, whether the people studying in the library of Zeb's courtyard like it or not.