As I’m sure you all know, the 120th annual Monon Bell game happened this past weekend. What’s that? You’ve never heard of it? Let me enlighten you.
Each November, the DePauw University Tigers (read=the good guys) take on the Wabash Little Giants in an epic battle to bring home the Monon bell, which was donated to the rivalry by the Monon railroad in 1932. Unfortunately, the Wabash Wallies have come out on top the past few years, so our pride was on the line.
In Denver, the alumni competition is even more intense. Round one takes place Friday night, we meet at a local bowling alley. Saturday morning, the DePauw men and the Wabash men (since it’s an all men’s school, that’s a little redundant in their case) tackle each other in flag football, and then the game airs Saturday afternoon.
My lovely step-sister and her awesome fiance – both Tigers – were visiting this weekend, and they were valuable allies in the fight. We were THISCLOSE to winning bowling and then emerged as victors in flag football. It all came down to the game. Which…we lost. All that my weeks of trash talking brought me was some much-deserved gloating from my Wabash friends (it pains me to admit I have Wabash friends, but sometimes you have to cross the picket line in the name of world peace).
Oh well – the weekend was full of laughter, telling stories, and seeing friends both old and new. Can’t ask for much more!