A burly guy in a Ute sweatshirt sporting a goatee stops me and mocks my sweatshirt with a giant Y on it and asked if it stood for Yale. He started laughing and I was ready to fight. Yet, he patted me on the back and offered me a polish dog off of his portable grill (which was delicious)....he also gave me and my friends some chips and offered us drinks...as we parted he said he hoped that we lost...but his tone was ominous. So, kind of a horror story...but I need to work on the presentation better.