The redeeming factor of Tiger Towers, said Kennedy, was that in the bedlam hours of a postgame party it could take on a very warm, friendly glow. On those occasions the traffic was terrific and there was no sense closing the door.
"Only thing better is Meat's place in the basement of the Sigma Chi house," Kennedy said.
The bathroom door opened and Kim Anderson emerged in terry-cloth shorts, a towel over his dripping Buster Brown haircut. Dylan clicked and made way for the Doobie Brothers at top volume on the stereo.
Oh black watah, keep on rollin'...
"Brooding somewhere, I guess. His girl threatened him if he didn't quit drinking beer."
"What a pain."
"She's the one I told you about. She's so pretty none of the girls like her."
"Whataya mean, girls? I'm down on her act, myself. Terri gets mad at me, too, but she's cool about it."
"How you doing with the pompon girl?"