All eyes focused on the gathering crowd, women on the left, men on the right. In the no-man’s land between, maybe 10 yards or so, a line was drawn in the sand. Then it was game on. The women started strong, and step by step, the men, their heels dug into the dirt, were pulled ahead. For a brief moment they held their own and even gained a foot or two, but the gals quickly rallied and tugged anew. With a final push, the boy at the front of the men’s brigade slipped over the mark. At once the women let out a cheer and dropped the rope, sending more than a few guys sprawling, all in good fun, of course.