Word: wets
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...with the great Spirit of the Earth. Karma, reincarnation, natural foods, meditation, tai chi, buddhism, astrology, yin and yang, ecology, TM, astral projection, cosmic consciousness, acid--anything spiritual or far out and freaky was right on with these people. I got to the gathering--7000 hippies in a cold, wet, muddy meadow in Boondocks, Oregon with dogs, goats and drunken people and a huge, disgusting pot of beans--this was not my ideal of a good time at the moment, after Mt. Shasta and Tioga Pass...
...night was March 6, 1973, and Bertagna--currently Harvard's sports information director and at the time the starting goaltender for the Crimson's hockey team--was scarfing a cheeseburg club at Elsie's Deli, his hair still wet from a shower at Dillon Field House...
...yeah, I almost forgot the newest winter varsity sport. Remember Joe Bertagna, the wet-haired goalie at Elsie's? Well, last year he joined forces with about 15 women and coached them through a scheduled season as a club team. This year the icewomen become Level II varsity (all sports receive a Level I or II designation), and while they may not look all that great yet, they're getting there...
There are a few wet eyes, but no hysteria, in the crowd that is almost entirely white and middle class. The people are quiet and reverent. "He's a legend and we just want to be part of it," explains George Lecky, 31, a truck driver who has come from Belfast, Northern Ireland, to spend more than a week in Memphis. He has brought with him his girl friend, his daughter and a nephew; all four wear matching Elvis T shirts...
...Nothing compares to Milt Holt's amazing last-second pass in '74 to beat the Elis, 21-16." (The post was smiling now, a distant, wet-eyed look on its tarpaulin.) "And the Dartmouth game last year was great, what with taking the Ivy League lead and all. Geez, and all the great players--McInally, Kubacki, Jiggetts, 'Endzone' Crone, Baggott, Varney...