Capture the flag

Last night an army formed. College students, camoflauge and the Carillion Gardens. It was 4 hours of hardcore, head to head, upperclassman verses lower Capture the Flag and one of the most fun things I've done at Clemson. The hillarious stories are endless. It was like being a kid again, running around in the dark, hiding in bushes, crawling on the ground in mud and brush, scaling walls, wearing camoflauge and chasing the opponents.....okay well maybe it was only like my childhood. We did these types of things in Bishopville. Some of the funniest moments of the evening were popping out of bushes and finding yourself face to face with a "civilian" who either thought they were about to get robbed or killed by the crazy person in camo hiding outside their dorm.....who does things like that? We do. And I must just say....the old people represented. Sleeve, you and I make a great team old man (and just between me and you I am feeling it today)! No flag is safe....and no game is ever "over" until we say it is. So, if you get a chance, organize a game of capture the flag. There is something about it that is wild and free just kind of awakening something you haven't felt in a while.