Sunday, March 25, 2007

 

Baylor History, Part 25 (Football)



[This is a tale of Baylor history accompanied by another photo of the Alpine sky. Yeah, it is a complete non sequitor. Deal with it.]

One of the more colorful gridiron contests ever was the Princeton-Baylor game in 1931. As often happens, there was a foul-up, and the communications regarding the game had been addressed to Mary Hardin, who was a secretary in the athletic department at Baylor’s Waco campus. The letters, of course, were then delivered to the University of Mary-Hardin Baylor, whose squad arrived at Princeton on the day prior to the game, greatly surprised to find they were expected to play football. UMHB, due to the unfailingly polite tone of the Princeton communications, had understood the invitation to involve their world-champion twirling squad, which was composed of eleven very attractive and quite competent baton twirlers.

As one might expect, the UMHB ladies put their talents to good use, and managed to wrangle invitations to a quite randy party at a bicker club which included key members of the Tiger football squad, followed by general licentiousness at the Ivy Inn, where they kept their unknowing opponents out far past curfew and drunk beyond repair. The following day, the almost immobile men of Princeton lost to their spry opponents 37-36, the deciding point being scored by Sophomore RB Jennifer Sauders of Elm-Mott on a play in which she froze a defender by uttering “Dei sub numine viget” in a particularly intoxicating tone, fraught at once with both religious and sensual meaning. To add insult to injury, the UMHB gals celebrated their victory with a rousing on-field display of twirling while still in gridiron uniforms complete with shoulder pads, followed by a fine meal and revelry at yet another eating club.

Comments:
Mediterranean Orzo Salad.... with lots of fresh herbs and pine nuts. Doesn't that sound DELICIOUS?


Esp when you have no kitchen for 2 weeks and you buy stuff you do not have to cook?


NOPE. NOT when you buy 40 ounces of it. I can no longer STAND IT. Its not even 1/8 gone. Bill and Spencer both hate it. I cannot even feed it to the dog because it has scallions in it. Its not like I can go door to door in my neighborhood, "Hey want some Orzo Salad?"

The moral of this story is: Never shop for food at COSTCO when your kitchen is broken. No matter HOW MUCH you like it, you can NEVER EVER eat 40 ounces of Orzo salad Oh and it tastes NOTHING like the Orzo salad at Whole Paycheck. ITs actually really gross.

I have to go. Spencer just woke up from his nap and Bill is at Home Depot getting some kind of trap for the sink (?)
 
Things must be going really poorly if you are so desperate for food that you are trapping animals in your sink. What kind of animals are you hoping for?
 
Let's not forget the famous phrase uttered by the Princeton kicker on that fine day, "Quando mecum pariter potant, pariter scortari solent,
Hanc quidem, quam nactus, praedam pariter cum illis partiam."
 
It's interesting how these histories progressed from academics and faculty infighting for the period covering founding to about 1900 and then onto an almost football-only focus going forward.
 
Tyd,
See, now that's the real problem with Bog Box stores. They are so big inside that everything they stock looks small, including the prices. You buy that little jar of mayonnaise to get you through a week of sandwiches and when you get it out to the car you find that it won't even fit in the trunk.
 
Exactly.

Last week I bought enough grapes to feed Alabama.
 
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