The first time my brother visited Middlebury, he was there for an improv festival, before I had even begun the short streak of my education there. Sometime around one in the morning, I got a phone call from him. “I just walked across your campus,” he told me, “and I swear to god, I did not purposefully touch a thing, but I’m pretty sure I’m high.”
I think it was an accurate introduction to the place. A place so high, either on life or something more illicit, a place so filled with the quirky oddballs of the nerd-world that only they could come up with something like this.
(As I consider this, I realize “things that honestly would only happen at Middlebury College, Vermont” could be a broad enough category to make it’s own feature. Maybe it’s own blog.)
All my raging love of Midd aside, I see no reason why this should be limited to college. I want to start a Western League. And I want to start it now.
Who’s with me?