Letter: A glorious return
My daughter, who recently graduated from Yale College, never saw a thrilling bladderball spectacular during her years. I’m glad, for future generations of Yalies, that bladdderball is back (though certain de minimis rules should be abided by to ensure that life, limbs and property are safeguarded).
In our day, bladderball was seen as a late-morning rally and a prelude to the big Dartmouth game. The bladderball would magically appear from Phelps Gate and remain on the Old Campus sanctum until it romped and escaped over the High Street Gate.
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...against Yale from this guy, I'm sure, when his daughter gets trampled next year. Right?