The Game, CXXII (or XII, III, and I)

We've started exposing Edith to subliminal messaging, like that found on her mother's sweatshirt and hat here, in preparation for the big weekend. On Saturday Edith will experience The Game for the first time. Tom will be along for his third such, while I will maintain the perfect attendance record I've managed since my freshman year in 1994. We're going to bundle her up tight and introduce her to tailgating, the Yale Bowl, and a handful of good friends.

We were going to offer her a sneak preview of the team at last weekend's Yale-Princeton game. (And had we known how exciting the ending was going to be, we might have tried harder to get there.) As it was, Edith had a cold, and her Bestemor was in town to see her, so we opted for other, fun, indoor ways to spend the day. To be sure, I don't know exactly all that happened with Bestemor. As you might gather from the comments on the previous post, there was talk of a wild party while Tom and I went out for a date Saturday night. They cleaned up all evidence of the jello wrestling pit before we got home, so I can't be positive exactly what went on, but let's just say that our visit to a coffeehouse to hear a friend play guitar may well have been the calmer of the two evening options.

Actually, I'm afraid it was the calmer. Edith evidently displayed her Mr. Hyde side for poor Mom. At least we'd remembered to mention the magic spell of the month: "I've Been Working on the Railroad." Edith apparently remained calm as long as Mom sang that song but howled when she stopped or switched to anything else. It's unfortunate that the song only has four verses. You can cycle through a lot of repetitions with a four-verse song.