Today,I asked my basketball team to write what it meant to be "an eagle". I don't like to ask things of other people that I'm not willing to do myself so here is a picture walk of the college career that is so dear to my heart.
Pregame huddles, line-ups, and shenanigans :
2 of my favorite fellow tricksters and our short list: snowball fights, hiding under coach's desk, throwing slime, tp and forks in a certain yard, and the infamous vegas prank.
NCAA Tournaments
Team pictures wherever we went (New York x2, Maine, Atlanta, Hawaii, Vegas, and errewhere in VA)
Tradition of winning.
"It's weird...you know the end of something great is coming, but you want to hold on, just for one more second...even when it prolongs the pain"
"If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story."--Orson Wells
Being an Eagle is having an understanding that to every end is a new beginning. An understanding that I share unbreakable bond with few. And, when you've been there...you've invested the time, worked through the pain, know how the system works, you yearn for others to have a better 4 years than you did. Even if those years were the best in your life so far. You want them to know what to worry about and what to leave alone. You
want need them to carry on old traditions and
want them to create new. There is always better. Don't settle for anything less. Control your destiny, but always remember your past.