Saturday, November 12, 2005

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.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

How can you stand (and breathe) in that courtyard for even one minute this time of year?

11/12/2005 9:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How can you breathe in that courtyard?

11/12/2005 4:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am commenting only because the lack of comments is killing me. Where the hell is everyone?

11/14/2005 4:49 PM  
Blogger Tom Fletcher said...

I declare a rousing success during Guacfest.

11/17/2005 9:00 PM  
Anonymous liz said...

oh tom. how i miss you. i wish you were at michigan with me because man it would be good to have someone to wander around with in the cold kicking crates or whatever you'd do... just be careful of your knee!

11/18/2005 11:50 PM  

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