The eve of "the great battle of our time" (for you Angie) is upon us. Time to unfurl the flags and begin the long march to IA City. At promptly 4:30...I shall be packing my meager cardinal and gold belongings into my mate's auto...and with refreshments in our mitts...we begin the journey to victory. Please...down in the bar region tonight....if anyone should spot a blistered Cy fan rolling about in the gutter muttering obscenities...be helpful and hoist me up and send me in the right direction. I should not be hard to spot...cardinal and gold...with a dash of the UJ.
Saturday morning...I will hopefully see many of you at finkbine.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our Cyclone dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility, But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the Cyclone: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for CY! Ames and Saint Monkey!'