Ezra Stiles

Sometimes they run, sometimes they hide, but the 11 other colleges cannot escape the wrath of Ezra. Stiles keeps drivin' its opponents crazy, whether on the tennis courts, football field, or cross country course. Out on the soccer fields this week, the men of Silliman whimpered, begging Stiles not to hit them—babies—one more time. But the men of Stiles did not listen, tearin' up their opponents' hearts en route to a winning record.

As the fall season nears its end, Stiles has its opponents looking for answers. "Tell me why," one Morse IM secretary begged. Meanwhile, Saybrook's tennis captain watched the undefeated ES squad and commented, "I want it that way." Even TD's genie in a bottle cannot help it overcome its inferiority. Frankly, they don't impress me much.

Every morning, there's another win hanging from the corner of Ezra Stiles' four-post bed. The men's football team has no scrubs (although they are often seen hanging out the passenger side of their best friend's ride). No, those aren't beautiful strangers, they're the Ezra Stiles IM athletes. Do you believe in life after fall IMs? Stiles does, and soon we'll be drinking from the Tyng Cup of Life. Allez, allez, allez.

(Compiled by René Descartes, who once said, "I think, therefore IM.")

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