Clemson decided they wanted to start a mens rowing team. They rounded up some good ol' boys that fished a lot, bought them some sculls, and figured they'd be off to a championship. But the guys struggled with the boat, never could seem to get the hang of getting it going smoothly across the water. Clemson had a very capable womens team, but the gob's weren't ever going to ask a woman for help in anything, so they struggled on. Finally the coach decided he needed some help. He knew the Ivy League was always good at rowing, so he snuck up to Philadelphia to watch Penn row.
When he got back, the team asked him what he found out. <face smack> "Shee-it, there's supposed to be eight guys rowing and only one guy yelling"