In my college days, I lived on the top floor of the oldest dormitory on campus. It had a wonderfully narrow, long hallway, which someone figured would be ideal for playing Frisbee. Since the reg types were far too heavy to be whizzing down the hallway when residents might be coming out of their dorrways at any time, we found that the plastic lid of a three pound coffee can was the ideal size and weight to cover the length of the hallway and yet not be too injurious to anyone who might get in its path.

My budding Frisbee career came to a screeching halt when we hit one of the light fixtures causing the globe to fall off and break. I'll never be convinced it wasn't loose to begin with, but we were ordered to cease and desist. Would that I'd had Mark's sonnet at that time. It might have struck a sympathetic chord in the bureaucrats who decided we could have no more Hall Frisbee matches.

This was in 1959, and probably had a deleterious effect on world coffee futures for some time.