But thanks to a big family game of Phase 10, we were up. So Rita, and I strapped on the flip flops, grabbed Grandmommy Blaylock, who can party with the best of them, and wandered over to the Johnson Center to join teeming hordes of undergrads.
I can't remember an event that took me back to my days as an undergrad at UK so effectively.
These from the Kentucky Kernel:
When the signal was given, combatants raced toward the ammo.
Separated by a 20 yard neutral zone, the teams advanced.