Many years ago, when I was a junior at Cistercian Prep, a great man by the name of Tom Hillary (God rest his soul) talked me into playing football. One of the first games I played in was against Trinity Valley, whose running back was a large, fast young man called Tom Williams. That Friday night, Williams repeatedly broke into the secondary, where I had the misfortune of trying to stop him. I weighed about 150 pounds in high school. I think Williams went about 210. I can’t recall the score of that game. Needless to say, Cistercian did not come out on top. I survived the game with deep emotional scarring.
Which brings us to the big Yale-Harvard game over the weekend. Yale led 10-7 with just 2:25 left in the game, but the Yale coach called a fake punt on a fourth-and-22 from his own 26-yard line. The play didn’t work, and Harvard came back to win 14-10. The Yale coach? My old friend Tom Williams, from Trinity Valley.
Sweet, sweet schadenfreude. (Yale’s a good school. I assume one of his players can define the word for him.)
