This past fall, I boarded a bus and trekked to what I believed to be a myth prior to visiting—the Baker Athletics Complex. My venture beyond 116th was to support our beloved (only when they’re winning, of course) Lions play Princeton in the season’s “home opener.” Three of the team’s offensive linemen and their only punter shared a Carman wall with me last year, and as a result, I graciously listened to three fourths of their conversations as a source of drama, action, and entertainment. Thus, I felt a moral responsibility to reciprocate support for them. This was in contrast with my feelings last October, when I felt absolutely no obligation towards this team. When my mother and brother visited me during Family Weekend, I remember their response to my posited Homecoming inquiry: “Football? Shu football?” translating to “What football?”...