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Silliman
In 2000-01, `God-Silla' astoundingly won every game in which they were victorious. Opposing teams ran screaming before the fiery breath of the red, green, and gold. If Yale College expects the pressure to let up, there will surely be some burnt behinds this year, because Silliman is opening up a can of whoop-ass the likes of which have heretofore been unknown to the intramural playing fields.The experience of the seniors and juniors and the dashing good looks of the sophomores will be joined by the strapping bravado of a horde of eager freshmen. Blink and you'll miss the lightning-like Sillimander serves on the tennis court and Ping-Pong table, or the Taz-esque whirlwinds of the cross-country squad.
Quake in terror, Yale College; yes, see in your mind's eye your volleyballers prone in the grass after sustaining a spike to the face! Ready those ice packs, boys and girls, because the monsters of the gridiron are back, led by such inexorable forces as Alex "Cojones Grandes" Bribriesco '04. Last year Silliman strove for victory; this year, the stakes are higher—nothing less than a death toll will satisfy these snarling beasts. Leave your water bottles at home and bring body bags instead. You will need them—and that's a promise.
(Written in blood by Chaim "Black Lightning" Bloom '04.)
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