It is Saturday, and I came to my office only to print out some things. When I entered the campus a short while ago, I saw two soccer games in progress on the university green. One was watched by a score or maybe two of animated fans, friends of the students playing on the two teams. There were only two fans watching the other, both of them young women. The taller and skinnier of the women kept cheering her team in a loud, shrill voice. Her cries were relentless and very distinct from the curt shouts and calls of the players. I could not understand a word she was yelling, but I could hear her very well even from far away. The farther I got, the more she sounded like a large bird fending for dear life. And the more the players she was cheering sounded like a pack of dogs about to bring her down.