However, we in Branford remember that day a little differently. We remember the professorial Smith rise in the middle of dinner, often wearing his traditional bright pink blazer. Proceeding to deliver a rousing speech, he harkens back to the great Branfordians of the past—Lincoln, Shakespeare, Plato—and then galvanize us to go off and “invade, conquer, and colonize” the other lesser residential colleges.

The next four years are whims. Master Smith lurks over you in the Branford Dinning Hall. His unrecognizable portrait painted by the premier fish painter in the world; his tie bearing the slender inverted figure of his wife, Susan Smith. He paces the dinning hall and you try to catch his eye—will he sit with you? Not this time—a Branford fellow or smiling Junior caught his eye instead.

Then there are the study breaks—cannolis, junior’s cheesecakes, bagel brunch, and more wings than any one residential college could ever eat. And there are the teas: conservative writers, entertainers of all mediums and styles, cartoonists that sparked riots and, of course, Ludacris.

Slowly Master Smith gives a little something to each student. My junior year Master Smith invited two of my friends and me to his house to watch Broadway Danny Rose—a Woody Allen classic. For others there is a meal at Mory’s with a conservative politico, brunch at an off-campus suite, or a dinner at Union League for the freshman IM star and his closest friends.

What is the enduring image? It is the ghost and the misty night. It is the sophomore walking up High street in fifty years and glancing at the base of Harkness tower. Between James Gamble Roger’s gothic edges and Samuel Yellin’s fine ironwork, he catches sight of a figure—a tall man, wearing John Lennon glasses but with a thicker frame, sporting a the sharp blue jacket of his favorite New York Yankees, and slowly puffing on a cigarillo. The sophomore is startled, but fear not! The ghost pacing in front of memorial gate is no more than Master Smith, come back to look after his dear, beloved Branford College.

Michael Boyce is a senior in Branford College.

1. Buffalo Wild Wings, 74-76 Church St., New Haven.
With 14 sauces ranging from Sweet BBQ to Blazin’ (with Asian Zing, Spicy Garlic, and Mango Habanero among the offerings), something for everyone. FYI: Caribbean Jerk is disgusting. Someone always thinks it sounds interesting, and that someone is always wrong. 6 Traditional Wings are $4.99; you can get 50 for $31.99. 50 boneless wings are $33.99, and much more filling. BWW also has an impressive beer list, not to mention more unnecessary TV screens than any other establishment, ever.

2. S’wings, 280 Crown St., New Haven.
7 wings for $5.65, 100 wings for $52.95. Closer to campus, and has the most impressive selection of French fries. Bison fires ($3.75) come with bleu cheese and buffalo sauce, S’molderins ($3.75) are sweet potato fries with chipotle, and Garlic Parmesan fries ($3.75) are self-explanatory and come with marinara sauce for dipping.

3. Main Garden, 376 Elm St., New Haven.
MG is definitely the underdog, but is also my favorite Chinese restaurant and perfect if you want an alternative to the traditional guac/nachos alongside your wings. 4 Wings are $3.25; you can add beef/pork fried rice for $2.50 extra. If you’re adventurous, Fried Chicken Gizzards are $3.25. Most exciting, however, are the boneless BBQ spare ribs, which cost $9.75 for a large (you’ll want the large).

Currier
I saw you…walking around this morning cute in your blue shorts and hoody. i think we made eye contact at dinner last night…talk to me next time.

Lots of eye contact, not much else.

Winthrop
Posted at 2009-12-18 10:31:46, F spotting M
I saw you running around Winthrop celebrating after finishing your finals… You’re cute when you glow.

OMG HE’S A VAMPIRE.

Mather
I saw you… my window. My only link to the outside world. It looks cold; is it? I do not know…

Wasn’t A Beautiful Mind set at Princeton?

Stay tuned as they continue to struggle through finals!

According to the Alumni Affairs organization of H-town, Harvard will also be setting up some tailgates (let’s hope they don’t go too wild with all their newfound tailgating freedom unlike last year’s “nanny state“!)  The house tailgates look pretty boring, but I will give a beer (fresh from the SigEp keg) to anyone who can infiltrate this one.

Last year, Harvard had girl talk play at a pep rally.  Then the Harvard 5-0 ended it prematurely (like their tailgate) after the event got too rowdy.  This year, they’re all in a tizzy that they don’t have anyone to perform.  And they have to pay for their tickets and transport!  Luckily there will be a “FAN-tastic freshman contest!” as a replacement.  According to one Harvarder, “There will be of more hating on Yale this year than a concert—we’re getting back to the basics of destroying Yale.  So it will be getting back to the roots of what a pep rally is.”

According to the real Elle Woodses of Harvard, the top 10 things to do at the game include playing “spot the future famous person”, going to the Harvard-Yale glee club concert (“It’s always a blast”), choreographing a victory dance, not exploring New Haven (“New Haven does have a rep for being kind of dangerous.“), and “having fun”!  Will do, Elles!

Listen up for a remix of the Harvard fight song “10,000 men of Harvard”.   Voting is going on right NOW so Harvard can pick which one will be played at the fore-mentioned pep rally.  And look out for some “Yale sux” shirts even though “we don’t need a t-shirt to tell us Yale sucks“.   Apparently, they do need a video though!

For more coverage of the Harvard-Yale Game 2009, check out our Game topic page!

How to host Harvarders is most important if you’re a freshman: you haven’t been home yet since the beginning of school, and so you have yet to fully learn the art of lying about social success. Sure, you call your mom every once in a while to tell her about “all the really close friends that you’ve made,” but you’ve never had to fake that reality in person. Now you have to, which is terrifying, but remember: Cantabs have, for whatever reason, far worse social skills than Yalies. It’s just a proven fact. And now you have to rub that in their faces by partying excessively hard and just generally being more awesome than they.

What to Do:
1. Own them at beer pong, proving how many skillz you’ve picked up since graduation.
2. Go to Pance Party, find the hottest person you can to make out with you all over the place. Avoid if your Harvard friend is better looking than you (but let’s be real, all Harvard kids are busted).
3. Go to DKE and SAE and party with athletes, who really know how to throw down.
4. Drunkenly take them to Ivy Noodle at the end of the night for the best meal of their lives.

What Not to Do:
1. Don’t go to the party hosted by the Phoenix (one of their snooty final clubs) at Alchemy. The party won’t be sweet, but in case it is, you don’t want to have to live up to comparisons.
2. Whatever you do, don’t vomit. Unless you’re planning to immediately rally, in which case, GO FOR IT. Then you’re just hardcore.
3. Don’t drunkenly admit to them that sometimes you feel a little lost, and that you haven’t met anyone you really connect with, and that you miss high school where you were a big fish in a little pond. Fake it ’till you make it, kids.

For more coverage of the Harvard-Yale Game 2009, check out our Game topic page!

1.  Edits his Amazon wishlist!  (Joe wants Dexter, Freaks and Geeks, and some book about poor people this year for bday/ christmas JUST FYI)

2.  Practices astrology!  (Notice the Dexter reference in this article.  Also Joe’s a leo)

3.  Meets celebs!  (Do you think they asked him what it was like to be a real Yalie?)

4.  Is über chic.  (Slide through to see a few other bullblog favorites!)

5.  Starts fashion trends.   (Oh, Joe!)

Keep your head up, Joe.  If you’re really good we’ll let you do a guest post about pork sandwiches.

Yale: #15.
Harvard: #62.

Why isn’t the Daily Beast reporting on this???

Every week, guest blogger and Herald A&E editor Michael Liuzzi will recommend a track he thinks everyone should have in their iTunes library.

Get ready to funk with the boys straight from…Montreal?

If America didn’t figure out how to, among other things, groove first, who knows what kind of trouble Canade-ee-uh might have gotten itself into.  That trumpet has got my legs infected with some kind of restless leg syndrome, and the world is my dance floor.

In case you don’t know who I am, I’ll be the guy on Cross Campus with the flowing purple shirt, gold chain, boombox, and attitude too bad to handle.

Say hello to my favorite foxy little lady, Johanna:

http://cdn.stereogum.com/mp3/Think%20About%20Life%20-%20Johanna.mp3