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TrumbullAs Grandma Heifer, the ancient matriarch of all Bulls, used to say to her Bullish progeny: "The springtime's for getting it on!" These words course through the blood of every randy Trumbull IMer after spring break each year and create a buzz of fermenting excitation under the cool shadow of Sterling Memorial Library. Frequent cries of joy erupt from places like the Stoner Court subterranean pool room, the main court soccer pitch, and the potty court field of hardball dreams.Mr. Nads Borny, captain of the pool team, illuminates his Bull squad's strategy for sticking it to the opposition: "Eight ball, corner pocket." Simple, understated confidence: the hallmark of Trumbull IMs. Mr. Guts Bagamagic, captain of the coed soccer side, illustrates the refined discipline possessed by all Trumbull captains: "I had to keep the team here over break doing daily dribbling practices around Schmitty's little dog turds in main court. We're ready." Ms. Radikal Slider, the freshman phenom destined to lead the softball team to greatness, issued this plea to her Bingham buddies: "Hey, we're 0-2, the pitchers' count. Let's show them our heat." Her enthusiasm reflects the passion that the Bull brings to the spring. Remember, though, Trum-frosh, no headhunting at Bezerkley--they're already pissed at us for the drug dealing and the fishy college crack. Get it on in a friendly way, people.
(Compiled by Jonathan Trumbull, Colonial Governor, who would like to apologize sincerely to Tamar for the slander fiasco.)
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