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Trumbull
Trumbull is not the greatest IM squad at Yale. Last year's Tyng Cup disaster showed that. Twelfth place is good if you're the Djiboutian synchronized swim team at the Olympics, but at Yale it just means you bite big soylada-dipped scrod. I, Jonathan Trumbull, would like to officially apologize to the Yale community for our shoddy and ridiculous performance last year. Mea culpa—the Trum Crier and I were having a steamy affair. Our love child has been sent to live with his godparents in East Timor, leaving me free to focus on the most important goal in my life: winning the Tyng Cup.This year the Bull is on serious 'roids and ready to make a run for the chalice. In our first tangle with destiny, we were unfortunately understaffed. Flag football versus Morse was a sad affair (much like the one I had with the Crier). Men's soccer star Gus Bagattini '01 brought the thunder, but strained his thigh in the process. Men's soccer is a different issue. In a freak hour against Morse, we fell into pathetic disarray. Dev "Highroller at the Sun" Ghandi '02 put the ball into the net in the first half, but Morse capitalized on a weak call by the referee and went on to win. The Bull just seemed to become a group of paraplegic asthmatics in the second half. Still, frosh Nick, James, and "Bloody Head Kid" '03 all played with reassuring spirit. We will rise from the ashes of our undefeated season. We will be champions. Go to the fields. Play something. (Compiled by Jonathan Trumbull, Colonial Governor.)
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