edit to add, an hour later:
Gadzooks! ShozBot! Dartmouth- Holy Cross has apparently been bumped by Harvard-Lafayette (?!) so there is no Indian presence here at the Patio, just Briana nursing a cold and longing for East Texas fireflies on a cool fall dusk. James Von Rittman the Dartmouth club events guy should chug. (I left him a voice mail claiming I was in a ruckus with a roomful of Holy Cross types; when I was a freshman and Dartmouth was at Harvard we were told than any two Dartmouth me could whup any three Harvardians, accept at the hockey dorm; Bob Anderson and I — Sarah’s dad, a ’62, had a nice chat about “tradition” if that makes wearing my Ol’ 86 worth the trouble.)
For what its worth I like Tennessee and 17 against Ole Miss in honor of Charlie Young ’88. And the Tar Heels over the YellowJackets, and Mizzou over Florida even if that starts a fight between my cousins RyMo and his sister Jen (who is from Missouri, shook her pompons at Vandy, settled in Atlanta, but is married to a Floridian but truth be told I forget who are Seminoles and who are Gators, so this, like sitting at 10:15 on a Saturday by myself in an empty sports bar, may be moot or at least mooted.
Jah bless. Shabbat shalom. Or in this case, for RW: Shozbot shalom.
edit to add, miles to go before I sleep: Dartmouth hung on to win 24-21 in what must have been a humdinger. James of the Dartmouth Club called back to explain that the event was cancelled because only 2 people RSVP’d. But the lone Crusader and myself had a nice long chat on football and fatherhood and head injury and I bought him a beef binh ma from Miss Tam (but not Tram, although I did leave a voice mail for Dao Strom) and he owes me that plus one on the account of our gentleman’s bet on this game. Meanwhile, although Stanford lost (without Cajuste), I picked winners in Mizzou and Tar Heels (although looks like Ole Miss Butch Make It Look EZ covered against the Vols).
My man the former Holy Cross linebacker reminded me of a detective from Jonathan Lethem Motherless Brooklyn and or Sam Spade (but not the Bogie version) and most importantly the Continental Op. He’s James Mahon the San Bruno based attorney I hope he does not mind me blowing his cover. See ya around, Jim! Good story about epidemiology. We could have taped that whole thing for a “My Dinner with Andre” type thing.