Meatballs. We are CITs so pity us. The kids are brats, the food is hideous. We're gonna drink and smoke and mess around, we're nooky-bound. We're Northstar CITs! I still remember that camp song from the 1979 Bill Murray movie. Bill played Tripper, the charming, goofy, unexpectedly wise camp counselor. Remember his motivational speech during the Northstar/Mohawk olympics?
"Even if we play so far above our heads that our noses bleed for a week to ten days ... even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field ... even if every man, woman and child held hands together and prayed for us to win ... it just wouldn't matter because all the really good looking girls would still go out with the guys from Mohawk because they've got all the money! It just doesn't matter if we win or we lose. IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER!"
I fell a little in love with him in this role. I haven't seen it in years, but now I want to again.