One may find it surprising how very cosmopolitan Wallstreet individuals would pay anything for a chance to take off their coats and ties and get all muddy and damp with sweat to take part in a huge gathering of aggressive adolescence and post-adolescence possessed by school spirit.
The very idea of competition among colleges and universities is as trivial. How can four years of living in a dormitory and the nearest fast food chain be enough to develop in an individual a sense of pride for an institution that aims to put him in the same box he has been put into since he began calling himself literate? How could someone feel that way on his alma mater to the point that he would kill for the last pair of college cufflinks available?
Come to think of it, school pride does not really begin on the first day of college. In high school, one would meet people whose goal in life is to go to an Ivy League university, if not, to a university where the most successful member of the family went.
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