I'll drop the act. The lack of fans at O'Donnell Field yesterday disgusted me. I cannot understand how people can celebrate the return of spring and baseball over the sports page in dining halls and not even consider showing up when high-quality baseball is happening-for free, mind you-a short walk away.

To be fair, I should note that a few more groups of students did wander in at the beginning of the second game. It was, of course, the only game of the weekend that didn't matter in the standings.

To make things worse, the fans started leaving once the Crimson was up 7-0 at the end of the third. As a result, they missed Crockett's masterpiece. Way to come through in the clutch, fans.

I may sound a bit more bitter than I should. Maybe it's unfair for me to expect big crowds at a sport that never attracts the following of football or basketball.

But I can't understand why. If I do sound harsh, it's because I went to the games in Hanover on Saturday as well. The place was jumping. The Big Green faithful knew the gravity of the moment and came to do what they could. And they heckled, churning out such winners as "Trey Hendricks! What's your real name?" and "That's not the real Javy Lopez! I know Javy Lopez!" When someone with a less colorful name came up, they would result to the generic, "Get involved!"

At one point, I found myself surrounded by a bunch of green-clad three-year-olds who kept asking to "go poopie." The maturity dropoff wasn't that great. Most of the Dartmouth fans were loud, classless and pretty dumb.

But they were there. They recognized the gravity of the contests and came to do what they could. They also came to applaud their seniors, who played their final home game that day.