Orin picks B.U. (punting, and Joelle)
Incandenza Himself having eliminated his own map on 1 April of the Year of the Trial-Size Dove Bar just as spring Letters of Intent were due from seniors who’d decided to slouch off to college tennis
Context
The book's central suicide, dated to the day — and it arrives buried mid-sentence in Charles Tavis's endless monologue about never getting a Thank-You, one item in a list of administrative inconveniences the death happened to coincide with. The map idiom doing the work of a euphemism the family apparatus can actually say out loud.