Still, they float around, like my very own Pforzheimer squad, who after getting down 13-1 to Lowell, scored 24 runs in the last two innings to win, 25-15. In the process, mighty PfoHo crippled its captain, Dan Fernandez, a Crimson sports executive, on a lazy fly ball that somehow managed to fracture his middle finger. Though he valiantly tried to play second and then pitch, he ultimately had to sit on the sidelines and watch his team collapse.

Of course what goes around, comes around, and Pfozheimer lost to Eliot, 21-20 last Friday on the strength of a massive two-out rally by the riverites.

As for our "loss" to the Harvard Crimson, let's just say that I wore my Crimson jersey while competing for Pforzheimer and the present sports staff must have gotten confused to which team was crossing the plate time and again.

But ultimately, these softball games and all non varsity-level sports are simply about having fun. A reminder of what draws any would-be athlete or even spectators to the competition in the first place.

The call of the diamond is one of those few things, like speaking to hear yourself talk in section, that appeals to everyone in this school. It even draws the tools from the IOP, UC, the Salient and all who will face the 23-2 wrath of the Harvard Crimson over the next few weeks. (Now that the little conflict of interest is over, I'm free to talk smack on behalf of the organization I dedicated my four years at this school too).

Harvard Lampoon, that semi-secret wannabe Demon, we're waiting for you to answer our challenge.

Life definitely has a different atmosphere now since I have been playing ball. The days seem warmer, the breeze gentler, and the people all around are happy. Harvard is no longer a somber amalgamation of gray academics, but now it's sunny athletics.