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Here's a short list of memories of Salisbury, Maryland, and why I don't actually hate the place but know people who do (picture above is from alumni weekend 07 - snausy throwing against shed with jen, carlone, bach, and willis admiring the layering): 

1. Freshman year, lunch with Dirty and a couple other seniors between Saturday games. Ate at a southern-style place and got the worst kind of food. The fattening kind that takes a long time to cook so you have to eat quickly and get back to the fields with a heavy stomach.
   
2. Freshman year, tournament party has a beer garden and lots of alcohol. Snausages drinks Southern Comfort like its an IV. At the hotel, he takes two steps away from the 30-person-fitting team bus and throws up all over the place, including on my pants, sandals and exposed toes. 
3. Sophomore year, in the wind against Delaware. Handling with Ed and Jeff Rakitt: going back and forth in the zone, saying after each throw 'Nice throw, Ed!'
4. Junior year, tournament party: Usher's Yeah song comes on and the dance floor explodes. This was a big night for the Wang. And possibly the last time I saw Old Man dance. Faust was kicked out of this party, I believe, for trying to sneak underage players in.
5. Senior year, beating Maryland. 
6. Senior year, back in DC partying with women's team, who also finished first at sectionals that day... drinking from the colonial cup and playing provocative beer pong. 
7. Alumni years, everyone shit-talking Salisbury, especially Linc. And House. And Giga. And now Kyle C. And Snaus. And the women's team. And others. 

Please post in the comments below why we collectively hate Salisbury...