Appreciators of our football team here at Lewis and Clark are in a distinct minority. The majority of the school couldn't be bothered with going to a game (even a home game!), following the scores, or even getting to know a football player. The team itself is a joke. I think my friend Marcus from BSM put it (he plays football for Occidental) "wait, you go to Lewis and Clark? I think we play you guys at the beginning of the season just to beat you. You guys are awful!" It's often pondered whether we'd be better off just losing the football team, since other athletics at Lewis and Clark (for example, our Ultimate Frisbee team) flourish, and the money that goes to football could be funding another department in athletics... or maybe even... academics? The problem is the alumni. Many alums would stop giving to the college altogether if we lost our football team.
The point of this story is that back in the fall a couple of my friends (Nick and Brian) decided it would be hilariously ironic if they got REALLY PUMPED UP for the homecoming game. They dressed themselves in the school colors, taped giant L C's to their chests, and got really drunk. You know, the way you get pumped up for football if you go to a state school.
Evidently a staff or faculty member took a picture of them ALL PUMPED UP at the game, and since they are so starved for proof that your average student really, really likes football...
Well, they ended up in the Alumni Magazine:
A capella retreat this weekend at Rockaway beach was absolutely wonderful. This week is frightening. Way too much work, not enough time.
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