"Where's the ... what do you call him? The Imperial Wicket?" Capt. Robert Clark asked during warm-ups.
"He's right there, the guy with the yellow ball," pointed out one of the players.
"You mean the one that just missed?" Clark asked.
"Yeah," the midshipman answered. "That's our best player."
Amid the champagne flutes and Styrofoam coolers, the seersucker suits and shirtless beer guts,...
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