I have highly favorable memories of Harvard athletics. For me, it was a wonderful addition to my college experience. My memories of undergraduate years include the Vietnam war, protesting our invasion of Cambodia, and worrying deeply about our nation. But the friends I made playing football are friends I still have, and value. I’ll never forget the first day of practice freshman year. There must have been over 100 of us trying out for the team that day. I felt oddly out of place. There were those who had been recruited, and the coaches knew who they were, and they were on the team. Then there were the rest of us. But I thank Henry Lamar for letting me punt. It was what I loved to do. I still have the game ball from our victory over Holy Cross that year, the game in which my leg was broken. I had to sit out my sophomore year because of mononucleosis. But I give John Yovicsen a great deal of credit for giving me the opportunity to kick the following year in place of the senior who had punted the year before. That was the year, of course, we tied Yale in the final seconds of the game 29-29 for the Ivy League championship. That game, that season, really, was a triumph of the human spirit. It was a privilege for me to play with such fine individuals, both on the field and off. I only wanted to help us win. We won our share, and for that, I am grateful.