A Toast of Sorts

I was thinking in the shower the other day, and I realized that in a shade past a week, I will have completed my third year at ORU....which is pretty trippy to say the least. I've met some pretty amazing folk here, engaged in some pretty ludicrous exploits, and grown and changed in more ways than could be written.

In fact, all of those ideas require more space than what I really want to take today, so instead I'm going to encapsulate each of these three years in a single word...a word starting with 'g'. They are as follows:

1) The Year of the Guitar
2) The Year of the Girl
3) The Year of the Game


It's amazing to me how distinct my experience has been in each of these years, based almost exclusively around the people who've surrounded me. Year one down here is best summarized by the year of the Faith of Abraham, that amazing band that never quite was. It's difficult to describe anything I did during year two without including the name of at least one of a small cadre of girls.

But this year, this year was all about sport for me. Up to this point, I had only played one season of basketball intramurals here at ORU (if y'all will recall, I was sidelined with a broken hand from what would have been my sophomore season on the hardwood). This year, I started in every game of football, ultimate, volleyball, c-league basketball, and soccer that Brigade played in, and I coached our b-league basketball team.

It's been a blast.

My aforementioned meditative shower was the shower following our first round 1-0 playoff loss and it was then that I really realized that it was over. And I was only quasi-sad. I am sad to not be playing sports anymore. But, at the same time, and as cheesily as I can write, the memories will last forever.

So here's a shout out to all my teammates, all our fans, and all our opponents: It's been a great season of sports with y'all, and I can't think of anybody I'd have rather gone through it all with.

Peace, love, and joy to you all.