So from my third-floor palatial two-bedroom apartment in Idaho, I have an excellent view of the campus, as well as the athletic fields. This week, there is some sort of high school football camp taking place on those athletic fields. Apparently, these 300 or so kids suit up, every morning, in full high school football gear, and spend the day moving in military-like formations around the fields, doing drills and sit-ups and the like. So today, a big old thunderstorm rolls in from Washington. With the first crack of thunder and sudden drenching downpour, the 300 players all howl and hoot in response, pumping their fists at the weather, because, you know, it's very manly to be hurling footballs in a thunderstorm; you're thwarting the weather, you're surviving, you're cold and wet and dammit, victorious! Second crack of thunder, plus lightning, and their coaches send the kids sprinting for shelter. But the storm blows over before all the players can make it off the field, so the coaches cease the retreat and everyone jogs back out to their stations. I watched all this and was completely fascinated.
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