This weekend, Northeastern took on Harvard, Brown, and other collegiate competitors at the annual Foot of the Charles head race.
While the famous Head of the Charles Regatta attracts hundreds of thousands of spectators each year (we’re talking like 400,00), the somewhat hilariously-named Foot of the Charles attracts a slightly smaller crowd. Indeed, those who trek to the Weeks Bridge at sunrise to watch must brave the beginnings of Boston’s winter cold with no hope of hot chocolate stands or apple cider samples. Therefore, this loyal group consists of the few most devout collegiate rowing fans… by which I mean morally obligated and highly-caffeinated screeching creatures called girlfriends, mildly entertained dog-walkers, and the occasional alumni with a free Sunday and new Primark shoes in need of breaking in.
But in all seriousness, it’s fun to watch and viewing conditions are far less miserable than the Head of the Charles, where a good spot is any one from which you will likely be shoved the wrong way and sent violently plummeting towards the bottom of the Charles or the top of a screaming coxswain’s head. So thanks to a spacious bridge all to myself, here are some pictures.
I feel like it would be so much fun to be a coxswain if it didn’t involve ensuring all of your friends didn’t crash into another boat and sink to the bottom of the usually-freezing, always-toxic waters of the Charles.
See that guy in the blue? He dyed his mustache for this. Nothing says dedication to the sport like artificially colored facial hair. Nothing.
The faces are my favorite. I wish there was a whole emoji set entitled “suffering rower facial expressions,” it’d be so useful around finals season and family functions.
Except for extremely photogenic guy in front of Sam Smith, who’s flashing his pearly whites like he owns the place. You go guy.
All sarcasm aside, great jobs guys. xoxo highly-caffeinated screeching creature #4