Harvard-Yale

I am still not sure exactly when I am going to be at Yale for the game, but I know I will be leaving right after the game and I suspect I will be wearing a shirt with the following at some point, both courtesy of the Harvard Gilbert and Sullivan Players:



"You are the very model of a sophomoric safety school"
(Sung to the tune of "I am the very model of a modern major general")


You are the very model of a sophomoric safety school,
Sir Sullivan and Gilbert too would scoff to think that Yale were cool,
They’d sing the praise of Harvard and would know The Game historical,
And as concerns our victory, the question’s just rhetorical;
In all things we excel, we are Utopia, Un-Limited,
We needn’t have a Jury Trial to judge that you have half a head
We are the gods in truth, you are just actors imitating us—
Grand Duke to our Mikado, you’re a flop, there’s no debating us!

New Haven has more crime than all the barons of old Ruddigore,
It’s uglier than Katisha and Ruth, a fact you can’t ignore,
In short, in every other way, including application pool,
You are the very model of a sophomoric safety school!

In matters Gondolier, you think, like twins, we share Palmieri’s crown,
When in reality, we are Luiz, you are Venetian clowns,
Like Fairfax did to Leonard, you all strive to don our crimson clothes,
But wandering minstrel you are not, we do see through your sorry pose.
Like Gama, we do have a hunch that your eventual defeat
Won’t tax our Patience—even your QB is an absurd aesthete,
You think you are our Peers, but that’s a thought extremely Peri-lous—
Not even dear John Wellington could cure your chatter garrulous!

Ignore the why and wherefore both, your bulldog must not be so proud,
The Girls of Castle Adamant, indeed, are much more well endowed,
In short, we sing with veritas to close this Statutory Duel,
You are the very model of a sophomoric safety school!