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Where Have All the Old Men Gone

Where Have All the Old Men Gone

    In fact, I did miss you Saturday (11/08/2003).  In Williamstown.  At the Homecoming football game.  It might just as well have been a Zeta Psi reunion.  John Allan, John Dighton, and Derry Kruse, chilled to the bone and looking it in the accompanying photos, sat next to Barbara and me on the fifty yard line.  Carl ("Fritz") Liss was nowhere to be seen by me, but I am sure he was there to keep intact his record of ten plus years of attending Williams football games without missing a single one. Fritz was mildly accusatory to me last week when he responded to my report about the Wesleyan game in which I failed to list his name as an attendee.  He apparently sat on one side of the band and we on the other. 

   Amherst was favored on the strength of its shellacking of Wesleyan a couple of weeks earlier 45 - 0.  Williams took an early lead following a blocked Amherst punt and a skillful Williams pass.  Amherst stormed back, largely on the shoulderpads of its running back who, each time he plunged into the line, seemed to carry four or five Williams tacklers seven yards before falling to the ground.  I thought the momentum had turned in the Lord Jeff's favor when the clock ran out at the half.  But the Williams defense tightened in the second half, neither team scored another point, and the game ended with an Amherst last second "hail Mary" pass that a Williams cornerback swatted to the ground.  It was a 14 -10 payback for Amherst's spoiling of the Ephmen's otherwise perfect 2002 season.

    On a personal note, my double knee surgery (not replacement so much as resurfacing of the bones) is now scheduled for December 12th.  With any luck I should be able to make Seth's soiree in January, provided he can again arrange for me to have an aisle seat.  The bionic restoration of our class continues.

    Now, if only they could devise a prosthesis that would inure an old man like me (and some of the rest of you) against the cold of a blustery Saturday in the stands at Weston Field...

 



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