I have to admit that I am not looking forward to The Game this year that much.

It's not because I don't think Harvard has a very good chance of winning (although I don't think it does).

I just keep thinking about the last time The Game was played up here, two years ago.

I was a freshman and just as excited as anyone about "The Best Weekend of the Year at Harvard." I was even more excited because I had some good high school friends, Yalies, staying with me for the festivities.

And in fact, I did have the best time of my Harvard life on the Friday night before The Game. Accompanied by one of my high school friends, I joined up with 20 Yalies and got drunk in the tunnels of Quincy House. (We were all 21, trust me.) After that, we wandered around campus, occasionally stopping in at those beer saunas in people's common rooms which we call Harvard parties.

The next day, I figured I would just stay with my Yale friends since we had so much fun the night before.

I went to a Yale tailgate in the parking lot, I sat in the Yale section--or stood since all the Yalies were standing during The Game and I celebrated their win after the contest.

To show my friends how good I time I was having, I even let one of them write the letters B-U-L-L-D-O-G-S on my knuckles.

I was having a lot of fun for the first time at Harvard. I thought that was what college was all about.

But, according to some Harvard students, I was wrong.

Some Harvard friends saw me at The Game with the Yalies and called out "Traitor!" I laughed at the jibe until I realized they weren't laughing with me. They were serious.

The week after The Game I told many people about the terrific weekend I had hanging out with the Yale students and almost everyone was mortified.

"You sat on the Yale side?"

"You painted B-U-L-L-D-O-G-S on your hands?"

"You cheered when Yale won?"