Turkey Bowl

My freshman year, 1969, was the last year we could not go home for Thanksgiving. On that day we gathered down on the sports fields to determine not the greater athletic prowess of the classes, but WHO would serve the turkey and WHO would do the dishes afterwards.
After the expected results were achieved, we began the slow trudge up the hill to hit the showers. On that day, however, a significant amount of rain had produced a significantly sized mud puddle into which the seniors (Harry Morris, Bob Boutot, Ken Collard et al.) proceeded to deposit as many of us freshmen as possible.
It actually made missing moms home cooking almost worthwhile. Truly, those were the days, and for those days I continue to count my blessings each year on the last Thursday of November, no matter how far I am from a pumpkin pie!