Late last night, a knock on the door to the crew house revealed freshman Nick Angler seeking entrance to a party like a beggar hoping for shelter from a storm.
“Um, so are you guys full in there?” asked Angler, eyes imploring the senior manning the door like a battered vagabond hoping for a warm meal and a bed by the hearth for the evening. “I think my friend is inside; could I go find him?”
“No, I don’t know the names of anyone on the team,” added a downtrodden Angler, desperate as if he had been weathering a freezing downpour for hours and this house was his only chance of respite. “Can’t I just go in for a second? Hey, you’re letting those girls in!”
At press time, Angler was transforming into a beautiful sorceress and hexing the crew team to punish their pride and arrogance.