What’s better than tremendously buff, near-naked men putting on stylized bonnets and swimming up and down a pool for an hour? Yeah, not much. So Sixth Man had little choice but to grab a friend and head to men’s water polo Senior Night last Friday for some high-octane wopo action. Coming from California, I’m actually pretty familiar with the world’s premier aquatic team sport (narrowly edging out Sharks and Minnows, for all you former swimmers out there), having played it my freshman year of high school, but then quit out of fear of embarrassing everyone else on the team due to my absurd talent and chiseled upper body.
Anyway, having attended at home several games featuring Stanford/Cal/USC/UCLA (the perennial water polo powerhouses/California douchebag schools), I wasn’t expecting much from Ivy League water polo; it turns out, though, that we’re really good. In fact, men’s water polo is, at the time of this post, 27-2 (one of the losses is to number two UCLA and the other is a fluky 1-goal defeat by Johns Hopkins) and ranked twelfth in the country. This ranking is dampened a bit by further research indicating that there are no more than 30 or so Division I NCAA water polo teams, but still, it’s pretty cool. Any sport we can beat Harvard at by 14 goals on two different occasions is one I’m in favor of.