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Welcome All to Harvard High

Close your eyes and slip back in time. It's the high school homecoming game. You are 16, the band is grinding out an off-key school fight song, the cheerleaders' pom-poms flutter in the breeze.

Open your eyes; it's the first Harvard home game of the season against UMass. You are 20, the band is still leading a fight song of sorts:

Tear his arm off,

Tear his leg off,

We love football.

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Beat him, beat him,

Buck him, buck him,

C'mon Harvard,

Knock 'em down and really kick the shit out of 'em.

Suddenly, fluttering streamers catch your eye. Pom-poms. Outfitted in coordinated crimson and white pleated skirts and sweaters, cheerleaders, honest -to-god cheerleaders, are moving in from the sidelines:

Crimson, ready, fight,

Go Crimson, fight. we've got spirit, we've got might,

Go Crimson, fight.

But the startled band has no intention of sharing the field with these unexpected rivals, nor does it thrill to the tame lyrics. The band conveys its sentiments with predictable tact:

Two, four, six, eight,

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