My last column. I can’t believe it’s here. I’ve written about so many different topics: Beirut, Poker, and fake fans to name a few, and it’s tough to decide what to end with. I’m gonna miss this soft spot in my heart, the right side of page 13 of The Georgetown Voice. Even more than that, I’m going to miss a lot of things about this place where I’ve spent the best four years of my life.
The Beirut Tournaments. They may not be done yet, but nothing combines drinking and competition like a good old Beirut Tournament. The idea presented to the Senior Class Committee of a senior wide Beirut Tournament was a great one, and maybe one day a class will be able to pull it off. Really, what would we do without the sport?
Intramural Softball and the Bobby Bonilla’s. Owned and captained by yours truly, I spared no expense this off-season in compiling the roughest toughest ballplayers on campus. By that I mean overweight, out-of-shape alcoholics, i.e. my friends. When thinking of a professional baseball team that could rival our tenacity and love of the game, one team comes to mind – the 1993 Philadelphia Phillies.
Wiffleball on the LXR steps. Might be the best wiffleball stadium on campus, yet few know about it. It’s the old New York Polo Grounds of Georgetown, and nowhere else can compare. Check it out.
Midnight basketball games at Holy Trinity Church. Nowhere else around Georgetown can you gather a crew for a 1 a.m game of pick up during finals week to relieve the stress, and nowhere else will you find more ankle injuries. Kids, if you’ve been drinking your milk, the intersection of 36th and N st is a great place to play ball.
Yates Fieldhouse. The never-ending wet spots on the basketball court and the plethora of weightroom equipment from the ‘80’s can’t overshadow the good times. I’d like to thank Mike Vincent for running a solid Intramural Basketball program.
Sunday’s at Rhino’s, and the E-A-G-L-E-S chants. The management at Rhino’s might hate the fact that it’s an Eagles bar, but they’ve learned to live with it and provide loyal eagles fans an outlet for drunken high fives and bear hugs. Here’s to Jevon and T.O. getting us over the hump.
The Boston faithful vs. the New York fake fans. Such a great rivalry, but on this campus the Boston fans have no equal. McD and Sully had a dream and saw it come true, oooh yeah. A hint to non-Bostonians: If you ever want a beer in less than five minutes at the Tombs, bring along a Sox hat!
The basketball games. Jack the Bulldog sprinting down the steps of the student section, the “I wiped my ass with your acceptance letter” signs, and Big East Basketball. While we’ve failed to compete in the last few years, I’m confident that John Thompson III will restore the Hoya Paranoia. Ten years down the road I see an on campus arena and a national championship.
The Poker nights. With Camel Lights, Nary-a-fold, Kansas City, and Steak Ums, to name a few, it’s been a blast. I’m confident that I leave the hilltop with the future of its poker-scene intact. Mihalick, the torch is yours now, don’t let me down. To anyone that I’ve ever had the pleasure of playing with, thank you for the memories and good times. Who knows, in a few years we may just cross paths again at the World Series of Poker in Vegas.
Or more likely, maybe we won’t. Still, at least we’ll know we had our table, our own place. We all do here at Georgetown, and that’s the greatest part of this school. Sometimes it just takes a few years to figure it out, or at least to get it down on paper on the right side of page 13.
