Word: feel
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...showed so far that we as a team can adapt to anything," said sophomore Sean Doyle, who sails in co-ed B division. "It makes us feel good about how we're doing. As a team, I think we're so well-rounded, we don't have an ideal condition as opposed to other years. We tend to do the same in everything now, but some teams, like the mid-Atlantic schools, don't do as well when the wind is very shifty and fluky, whereas New England teams sail in that a lot. The top five schools were from...
...definitely in contention to win, since we only lost by two points," sophomore Margaret Gill said. "It came down to the very end, so we were happy. Because all the strongest teams in the country are from the East Coast, we feel good on a national level...
...first few games, we were rolling on offense," Eitzmann said. "Now we're frustrated, and we feel we're letting the defense down. They're playing so hard, and they're so good. I feel bad for the defense more than anything...
...just played at some college in Texas, and at the end the audience just got up and jumped with us to "Birthday Cake" [off Viva La Woman!], which had never happened to us before in live touring. I feel college kids are more open minded, that they have more capacity for crazy music. Also, it's great that America has so much college radio. I grew up in Japan, they don't have that, it's about the mainstream. College radio always finds out the new music that plays, that's the source of American music for the future...
...guess next year we will have more time to settle down in the city, make music for the next album, write more songs and do more experimental stuff. That's what we miss a lot. Sean is a solo artist, Timo [the drummer] has his own stuff too. I feel like Cibo Matto unites us all. We take our time to do our individual things, then we'll play together again. But it's very important for us to be in NYC, to do our individual work, I think we need that time...