It was half time, and the Charlestown Townies trailed the Brighton Knights 14-0. Alongside the Charles River, just a long pass from Harvard Stadium, the Townies sprawled behind a field house, puffing cigarettes and listening to Coach Jack ("The Barber") Luiselli. "When you hit the bums," Luiselli growled, "you got to put them down for good. Look, two touchdowns isn't the end of the world. I don't believe in all that alma mater stuff, but you guys are from Charlestown and you play football because you love the game. Let's go." The Townies shuffled back toward the dusty field. "One...
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