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ReplyDeleteMercer for the win. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteI love that Mercer fabric and both sweaters
DeleteAs you may recall, our dear, unloved but thankfully departed Ferd often instructed Muffmeister's audience on the style and aspirations of the young True Prep woman. The only man in her life, from birth to death, is her father. She wants to dress like him, ride and shoot like him and drink like him. This approach to life allows the young True Prep woman to set herself completely apart from 'others' with whom she may attend prep school and college - no makeup, no frilly dresses, no hair curlers, no nail polish, nothing which would cause her to appear unserious in the eyes of Father. Alas, these True Prep young women can be counted on my fingers and toes in 2025, found in a few places in Maine, Massachusetts and New Hampshire, God love them.
ReplyDeleteMy true prep wife has set the bar very high. She drinks bourbon and martinis, real ones, gin and vermouth, and loves football. My true prep daughter has followed suit. I am truly blessed (and enjoying a martini with my wife), starting dinner early so that we can watch Monday Night Football.
DeleteAhem. True Preps never, repeat, never (1) watch television and (2) never play, watch or discuss football. Football is vulgar and, it is said began with a contest between two equally inconsequential opponents - Rutgers and Princeton. Please, for God’s sake don’t use True Prep and football in the same post again
DeleteSo not o.k. to watch football but o.k. to blaspheme, interesting. Thank goodness you were drinking bourbon and martinis VV and not drinking tea out of a bone china cup and saucer!
DeleteI’m not much of a football fan, but what insanity is it to say that people shouldn’t watch football if they think they are prep ? This is not a childhood dreamworld. This is real life. Maybe try to get one
DeleteAnd some of them watch football with their fathers.
DeleteDearest Anon 11.19.25 8:41 PM. It is not, as you relate, that people shouldn't watch football if they 'think' they are prep. For the True Prep, there is no thinking on this subject. Indeed, it may be the most clarifying test of one's True Prep status to ask the subject whether he or she can name one NFL football team. If they can, it is probably because they have been relocated by illness or other circumstance from New England to Texas or some other God-awful place. You see, dear Anon, whilst at New Haven, the football players were public school boys who had to work part time to afford tuition. They weren't members of Fence and rarely were seen at any of the Senior Societies. In a word, they were not 'us'.
DeleteNo one who is “us” would be on this blog preaching. For the record football is repulsive.
DeleteThen you must not be one of us, preacher
DeleteThat's very funny!
DeleteI simply said that I personally find football repulsive. I don’t claim to be anything
DeleteI think we can all agree with you on that observation.
DeleteIf you’re old enough to remember, Cirquitor, were Brian Dowling and Calvin Hill “public school boys?”
DeleteDowling attended St. Ignatius High School, located in Cleveland, Ohio. We consider that a 'public school' around the fireplace at Fence. Calvin was awarded a scholarship to attend the Riverdale Country School in The Bronx, New York. We also consider Riverdale a touch too ethnic to be considered a prep school, would you agree? In all events, that you 'remember' these two athletes reveals your status, don't ya think, Anon? And yes, I do remember these two student-athletes. I read about them in the Yale Daily News occasionally whilst lounging in my three-room suite in Jonathan Edwards.
DeleteYou missed out on some exciting football sitting around your suite. Truth be told I haven’t thought much about football since thé days of “BD” and Calvin Hill. But Calvin, in particular, likely would be an excellent and necessary role model for what evidently passes, anywhere, as a “student athlete” today. Off-season back in those days Yalies might have overheard us discussing bulldog victories patiently waiting for us young punks from The Glen to finish our burgers at The Doodle, before going around the corner to get our shoes shined at Barrie’s. Do you still, Cirquitor, wear Barrie’s?
DeleteThe world would be a much better place if we all lived our lives the way Calvin Hill has lived his.
DeleteFootball is fun to watch now and then, maybe. Occasionally we watch a set of downs or two, out of curiosity. It would be less slow and ponderous, and more creative and exciting, if it were played on ice.
ReplyDeleteClass will out!
ReplyDeleteReal football is what Americans call “soccer”. American “football" should be called throwball and the ball is rarely played by the foot. My wife calls the latter adball as the intrusive and annoying ads are longer than the game itself.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first read Vecchio Vespa's post Ken, I thought that sounds similar to an evening my wife and I may have, me with a Bushmills single malt and my wife with a gin and tonic watching a good game of football and then I realised he meant American football and that's certainly not something my wife and I would do. As we we both have Scottish blood we were very excited by Scotlands performance on the football field (soccer pitch) this week which we certainly did watch
ReplyDeleteThé ball is hardly ever in play. The minute count of actual game action must be low. It is basically a stand around sport.
ReplyDeleteAm I right in thinking that some players never actually touch the ball?
DeleteI believe it is actually against the rules for certain players on offense (!) to touch the ball.
ReplyDeleteWhat a strange game. I did try and watch a game once on television but I gave up as I hadn't got a clue what was going on!
ReplyDeleteOdd thing is - what would football be without Walter Camp?
ReplyDeleteWalter Camp is happy today.
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