Evidently, not winning his division's championship still hurts.

Cabot basketball did come back--after an off-season of work. For instance, Cho told Weitzel that he'd be better if he could dribble more with his left hand, so Weitzel borrowed Cho's ball to practice in the Cabot hallways. However, the floors weren't made for dribbling, and after an hour of this Cho's basketball went kaput.

The ball died, but the spirit was intact. The next year was the Night of the Apocalypse.

Nevertheless, these folks are the same as any other Harvard students--regular people that are involved in some extracurricular activity to an irrational level.

One of the Cabot IM jokes, as told by resident Sally Wolf '97, is the one about if you're put into Cabot and not intramurally-capable, you're asked to transfer. Wolf isn't as much of an intramural psycho as some of her housemates; still, she's Cabot.

It remains to be seen whether Cabot will continue its IM dominance next year. It depends whether Weitzel and Phillips can jump start the current sophomores and juniors to take over the Class of '97's void.

But nothing can change the fact that for three years, Cabot was the intramural house.

"In my speeches [at the banquets]," says Weitzel, "I've made note that they are the greatest IM class of all time. We've had more fun as a house than I've ever witnessed at Harvard."