Consoling Thurber with the recent separation from his sister, we went down to the University to watch our Bulldogs take on the Missionaries from Whitman. After all, Little T needs to take in a game or two as preparation for eventually filling my paws. But first, we stopped by the admin building for a quick photo (Thurber is in the D). And then we walked into Currier Gym to familiar faces. In typical Bulldog fashion, Thurber wasn't phased by the crowd, or the whistles, or the noise as the game went down to the last ten seconds. We lost 94-93. These heartbreaking losses are bound to end soon. I know it's the Christmas season but enough of giving the game away at the charity stripe. That will pass. We looked quick and strong and the season is early.
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