Dear Dad
What would you say to me if you were standing here now? Would you be proud of the man I’ve become? Would you stand before me as the picture ingrained in my brain with your moustache curled up at the ends, a broad smile on your face, and your bright eyes shining behind your glasses?…
An open letter to Richland High School, and my alumni.
“Bubba, you’re either part of the problem, or part of the solution.” Growing up, it’s what we dreamed of. I and all my friends, as far back as first grade, sat around dreaming of the day we’d play high school football. We talked about what position we’d play, we talked about winning state championships, we…
True Tales from Small College Basketball: Sometimes when Coach speaks, it takes a while to hear it.
Freshman Year – 1997-1998: There are certain times where a coach gives you swift instruction: clear, concise, poignant. There are other times coaches say things it takes a while to set in. One thing I appreciated about Coach Brett McDaniel is that he spoke the same language as my dad. Coach McDaniel was a no…
True Tales from Small College Basketball: When you say you’re a family, and you actually mean it.
Sophomore year, directly before Thanksgiving Break: This was my first year to live off campus. I was sharing a little 2 bedroom apartment in downtown York directly across the street from the York Post Office. It was my first real taste of freedom, and Brendan Carroll (A.K.A. The Dean) and I both were on the…
True Tales from Small College Basketball: TREY!!!! I SAID NOT TO FOUL.
Freshman Year (1997-1998): College of the Ozarks. When I arrived on campus in the fall of 1997 I felt like an alien on a distant planet. I didn’t know anyone here, and there is not a single metric which D.F.W. and York, Nebraska are compareable. Even though I fit in ethnically, and had grown up…
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