There was a Crimson defender bearing down on each side, so Johnson swam a few strokes up the middle, took a left at the line of scrimmage (his 25) and then did his own version of the individual medley for 75 yards down the left sideline.

With the achievement of the first down now an afterthought, Johnson had to avoid Bill Emper somewhere near midfield, but the funny thing is that with the exception of the Crimson captain, and one will have to see the game films to verify this, it didn't appear that any other Harvard types came within even a life jacket of rescuing the touchdown for the home folks.

"The high snap from center should have been a break for us," Restic said, with the look of one who's just received a C on a paper when he was sure he would get at least a B.

In the remaining ten minutes, Harvard had the requisite possessions to pull the game out, but it didn't have the requisite plays. A fumbled pitchout killed one opportunity, an interception a second, and if one image characterized the day for the Crimson, it was that of Kubacki slipping while trying to turn the corner.

"Jimmy's great strength is cutting," Restic said, and the weather defensed it. That's what's sad. I was really concerned all week, and then this weather. The rain was definitely worth a couple of touchdowns."

Excuses, sure, but not really. Mother nature beat Harvard more so than Cornell did, but there was one positive aspect to the day, as Brown and Dartmouth also lost.

"That helps us," Restic said, upon learning that Yale defeated the Big Green. Moments later, he inquired about the Brown-Penn game. "Look what it could have been," he sighed, when told that the Quakers had pulled off an upset of their own.

"But you can't do anything," the coach finished, "just stick it in your craw and start again." Like against Dartmouth, in Hanover, in four days, when the sun might even make an appearance, because for now, it haint no use to grumble and complane, when God sorts out the weather and sends rain.