The above quote is from George Hutchinson (Class of 1975). Read the full memory below:

My sharpest memory of the Rock is from my Freshman year. I was stroke of the men’s freshman crew in the spring of ’72. It was a Saturday morning, and we were to race Harvard, then the most fearsome power in collegiate rowing, in the second crew race of my life. I was trying to take my mind off anxieties about the race and get some homework done, so I went to the Rock to read. I slumped into a comfortable chair in one of public areas, got lost in a book, and got confused about when I was supposed to be at the boathouse, as opposed to when the race was scheduled to start. I had finally gotten my mind off anxieties about the race when, looking at my watch, I realized we were supposed to be launching our shell at that moment. I sprinted back to my dorm room, changed into my rowing clothes, and started running to the boathouse a mile away. The freshman coach, Albin Moser (Brown ’67) intercepted me close to my dorm in his VW Beetle and sped to Fox Point, where I was greeted by a bunch of extremely upset team-mates. We did make it to the starting line in time. And then we lost to Harvard by five lengths. Blame it on the Rock.