Ezra Stiles

But there comes a time in a college's life when he/she/it must take its game to the next level. My fellow Stilesians, that time is now. Last year we had championship teams in men's football, tennis, cross country, baseball, golf, and ultimate frisbee. Heck, there were more IM champion t-shirts flowing into Stiles than there are tires in the swamp by Bobby Womack's house—Master Fry almost had to start collecting food stamps he was taking so many teams to Scoozi's.

We step up the participation and toughness in the other sports, and we'll be singing "We are the Tyng Cup champions, my friends" faster than you can shake your Moose Caboose. Stiles will return to its unquestioned dominance of the early '90s, when we drank from the Holy Grail five out of six years—I can smell it. Finally, I was so inspired by our prospects this year that I wrote a couple of verses:

Saybrook felt ill after Craig Felt's foot- ball pounding,

And Ruchika's tennis victories were resounding.

Luis is for real, clearly no Poza',

Jason Haller puts on many IM shows-a.

The rest of Yale be IM flinchas', Scared silly by the Stiles IM ninjas.

Viva El Moose!

(Compiled by the Goldschlager.)

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