Brews brothers: finding a family in fraternities   

It was about 5 a.m. when my fraternity brother Dom and I finished eating our seventh or eighth quesadilla. Our stomachs weren’t hurting, we had enough cheddar cheese in the fridge, and the music was still playing, so we figured we were going strong. The rain hit the roof in melodic staccatos, and I had work in a few hours, but for Dom — well, he was just enjoying his summer.
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A bummer summer?

At my summer home in Southern California, my favorite activities include sleeping to my heart’s content, eating delicious food and binge watching “The Twilight Zone.” All of these activities, however, shrivel in comparison to what I live and breathe — soccer.
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