I went to M.I.T. at the end
of August 1980, leaving the wet and cold drizzle of an overcast
Saturday morning in Dublin for the shock of 90 degree temperatures and
blistering sun in Boston. The next day we went to the beach. The
following weekend, we went again to the beach at Plum Island, a nature
reserve some 40 miles north of Boston, bringing an oval football, and
we played an impromptu game.
The following year we played again, and now the September game
has become a long standing custom. Usually there are about two people
who know the rules, while the rest lollop about in the sand. The game
is followed by a picnic, where some
extremely genial people commingle.
The sun shines, the sea is a deep blue, the sand is golden.
The photos are courtesy of
Mike Greeley, from the
2000 classic.