I'm sick of Lemoyne College getting all the 5 star recruits now ever since that game.
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OT - in the Seventies, we had a house several blocks west of there. I was 8 and my brother (who was 10) were entered in a chocolate bar selling drive for a local school charity. The person who sold the most would be awarded $100. Second prize was $50. And so forth...
Anyway, my brother suggested we try selling these big chocolate bars at that college up the street (we were already familiar with the bike trails behind the campus, as well as the basement gym room/game room in one of the main halls. The jukebox usually played either Seals & Kroffts or the Eagles). Anyway, we'd go door-to-door through the dorms, and did extremely well. I even noticed that our chances for success seemed to be commensurate ( no, I didn't know that word back then) with the level of a certain smell emanating from the rooms. A smell that reminded me of my mother burning leaves just off Salt Springs Road, as well as the smell of whatever that long-haired neighbor threw into the same pit just before the sound of sirens got louder.
Our mother made us quit, because she was worried that we'd be robbed passing Dow Foods (for snacks like Zingers and Charleston Chews) on the way back home - as if anyone would suspect us of having bills with obscure presidents on us despite our hand-me-down plaid clothes.