It's funny how some of the most enjoyable experiences in life arise spontaneously.

Take last Saturday. I was sitting in my room, doing one of those take-home labs that Physics 15b is wont to assign. I had just scared my finger on the soldering iron that I was less-than-deftly using when the phone rang. It was fellow Crimson sports editor Eric Brown.

"Wanna go to the football game this afternoon?"

I think to myself, no way, you've already scheduled your day. There's no way I can make it.

"Sure, I'll go."

So we trekked across Weeks Bridge, ready for some football.

It was a gorgeous day, and the Stadium looked terrific. Then the big question: where to sit.

We wandered around until we see two guys with the Notre Dame-Boston College game on a TV, and we instantly planted ourselves there.

Harvard-Cornell live AND Notre Dame-Boston College on the tube at the same time. Hey, can your beer do this?

We also happened to be in the second row, right behind the Crimson bench. Pretty soon, we were consumed by the goings-on of the bench rather than the game itself.

We watched Coach Murphy diagram plays on one of those little rub-out boards and review them with his quarterback Vin Ferrara and the rest of the offensive unit, huddled around Murphy like respectful students around a master teacher.

We could hear the shouts of encouragement of players to one another as they took the field.

"We're going to send a message to the Ivy League that Harvard is coming," one player shouted as Harvard took a 13-9 lead.

"Way to go, offense keep it up, keep it up, KEEP IT UP!!" blared another player after a Harvard touchdown.

There was also the cries of the coaches, managing their different units.