Here good ladies and fellows is our annual nod to the Bard and his unflinching courage to present to the world a treatise on one of our greatest sports. "Oh, tennis?" you say. Nay, a curse, though be it small, on you for such false thinking. "Oh", you repeat, with a nod to the NFL and college footy." Nay again we say. If we may be so bold with a small clue, the word begins with Cross. "Oh" you repeat, "the holy sabbath, the way, the do unto others bit?" Again must I be so bold as to ask you to put down your hymnals and focus?
It is near the onset of the third season, the leaves are beginning to turn, the dew is on the grass, the smell of linament is in the aire. Do you not recall? It is the time of Cross Country.
Now do you get it? Are ye with me? Okay. So pull up your chair, settle down with a brandy and enjoy this tale of the past.
Here is the link: Shakespeare Knew Cross Country
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