A week that was suppose to contain of the most exciting days of my life, has turned out to be one of the worst. As a kid you dream, and when you make those dreams a reality, which very few people manage to do, you live in a trip. Now while my trip hasn't been everything that I thought or expected, it has been pretty cool. A week after having a career day (4 punts for a 46 yd average, and 2 inside the 20.) that ranked me in the top 20 collegiate punters for any division in the nation that week, my heart was broken. everything was coming together, I had been having a really good past couple of games, hoping for one more to pull my average up. But, most important of all was that it was the last game of my senior year at Mason. This meant Senior Day.
Now Senior Day for me was something that I had been looking forward to for the past 4 years. My soccer senior day did not go as planned. My Uncle was in nursing home dying, and my mother stopped by to see him before my game. However, my Uncle pleaded with her to stay, and she did. This caused me to miss out on giving my Mom her rose. Now, I don't blame my Mom or my Uncle, anyone would have done the same. I just wanted to give my mother her rose. So I decided I would at my football senior day. However, it was not meant to be.
Tuesday after warm ups our coach told us to gather around. After a rant of about twenty minutes, he told the team that Southern Tech (our opponent for Saturday) had cancelled due to injury concerns. I was devastated. I broke down right there on around the 30 yard line, where I have kicked off so many times. It was an emotional half-hour where I hugged and thanked each coach and teammate. It downright sucked not to know when your last game was going to be. Something that I have been working so hard towards for the past four years was just taken from me.
Well crap, that sucked. Tuesday night was tough, and so has been the rest of the week, which has been coupled with a tremendous amount of school work and work. By the way, off topic, but indoor volleyball is an incredibly stupid sport. I'm sick and tired of it already. Why is a sport that is so simple have so many different rules? Anyways, my parents who had booked a hotel to come to senior day still want to come down on Saturday. I really don't want to do anything, all I can think about right now is football, one last game, one last play. I don't want to go see a Mason Basketball game on what was suppose to be my day. A day of recognition for four years of hard work.
Okay, so a cruddy thing happened to me, I get it. I am a person who 90% of the time is a happy person, and I don't dwell on the bad. I am not going to let this whole fiasco ruin me. I put a hard 4 years into this program so, yes I do deserve some mourning time. But I am giving myself a deadline. And as soon as that deadline is up, it will be time to go back to work. Going back to work means that I have to get back out there. Start lifting and keep kicking. Make films, research grad schools, arena teams, internships, skeleton camps. I will have to make a lot of crucial decisions in the next sixth months, decisions that will dictate my future. Football and sports will be on the low end of the importance of that decision but they will be factored in. For now, I just have to pray that God will help me make the best decisions. He has been with me every day of my life, no one knows me better.
To my Mason teammates, it's been real. Who knows we may strap it up together one day, we may not. All I ask is that you guys pass down the family attributes that I tried to instill in this team. One family forever. Love you guys, 27.
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