Not to be overtly mawkish, but today was the last time I got to play on the Trotter Bowl. Now the Trotter Bowl (for those of you unfamiliar with the seminary) is our athletic playing “field.” I use the term field loosely because this grassy spot is marred by geese droppings, potholes, and all manner of undulations throughout. The Trotter Bowl has singled-handedly sprained more ankles than points the Dow Jones dropped yesterday.
Yet for all of its menace, the Trotter Bowl is my favorite spot on these hallowed grounds. Seriously, I have spent more time down there than in the library. I wonder what that says about me?
Today I hand over that beloved field to a new group. Fittingly, my team lost in soccer 3-2. Bummer. But hey, it’s been a great ride, and these new kids have to know what it feels like to win. Good-bye Trotter Bowl, be kind to those fresh ankles.
the rev. jimmy abbott 