Caps.

A name made crisp by a gentle breath exhaled from throat and lips. A blend of consonants and vowels, as seamless as the blend of competition and camaraderie known only to caps players.

"Caps should never be remembered as a drinking game," future caps Hall of Famer Tom DuHamel ’01 noted. "Caps is a drinking sport."

Indeed, caps is a lifestyle. Its brief, but storied history contains moments of greatness, truly amazing feats, and unexplainable truths.

Last Thursday night ended a special run of Sagehen basketball. The Pomona-Pitzer Men’s basketball team has dominated SCIAC opponents since even before I came to this college. Unfortunately, this year our Hens will not go on to the Division III tournament to instill fear into the hearts of Wisconsin farm boys or Texan ranchers. Thus this year we shall bid adieu to seven seniors a couple of weeks earlier than they and we would have liked.

I will admit it. I cry in movies like a little kid, sometimes. South Park, for example. Why can’t they just leave Kenny alone? And Dumb and Dumber… why couldn’t they get on the bus? Why?

I even cried in A League of Their Own, perhaps one of the greatest movies ever. God, I loved that movie. Geena Davis spouting her loud mouth, Madonna and her feminine wiles. It all ends with Geena Davis’ sister hitting the game-winning home run by overcoming her shortcomings to become the Women’s World Series hero.