Lest EphBlog turn into all Nigaleian all the time, here is a brief history of IM soccer in the 1980’s, brought to us by Brooks Foehl ’88 and occasioned by the start of this year’s IM season.

One of the purposes of EphBlog is to serve as an informal institutional memory for topics like intramural sports, topics that are an important part of the Williams experience and whose rituals and practice tend to pass down from generation to generation. I don’t know if IM soccer today is better or worse than IM soccer 20 years ago, but I know that it matters. And the only way to have an informed opinion is to know a little bit about both.

If you have a memory of Williams that you’d like to see preserved or even just a fun Eph story to share, please send it in.

In the fall of ’84, IM soccer was known as Keg Soccer. There were six teams and three games were played on Poker Flats and field behind the tennis courts on Friday nights. People then retired to a designated spot (suite of one of the captains in Mission in ’84, third floor of Infirmary fall of ’85). There were probably 80-90 players that fall and the six captains held a draft to divide the teams as fairly as possible. I think there were 8 teams in the fall of ’85 and from there everything exploded exponentially over the next couple years. The social aspect, and keg moniker, were dropped along the way as IM soccer was played in the fall and the spring with games taking place each night of the week and teams playing a couple times a week.

Most aspects of our time at Williams are unrecognizable to today’s students, just as our experience was different than folks in the 70’s and so on and so on. That doesn’t make anybody’s time at Williams better or worse (although you could argue/discuss some aspects) simply different. While IM soccer has lost the intimacy we enjoyed, there are many more students playing out there. You should see Poker Flats any given weekday — the IM frisbee league is huge and that started in the early/mid 90’s — I would have loved to play on a team.

It’s never too late . . .

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