I can replay a specific play from baseball or football in my mind exactly the way it happened after decades when I find it hard to remember a name of someone I should. The feelings of elation or dissappointment come rushing back intensely. For example, I can recall that there were maple tree leaves in the backstop when I went back to get a wild pitch and still threw out a runner at second base. I can still see my football spikes in the air as I was horse collared after a catch. I got a concussion on that play and remember I took three step after catching the ball but I could not tell the coach at the time what month it was when I got up.
Before I attended Duquesne my favorite college team of course was Pitt. I can remember being upset when the Dukes handed the Panthers their lunch or pulled out a close one. I can also remember the games at the cavernous Civic Arena I would go to on a free student ticket when my evening classes were over. I rarely saw the start of the games then. I recall clearly the high rainbow three pointers from Emmit Sellers or Rick Suder over taller opposition.
I remember listening to the radio or watching a football game and cheering for kids like Dave Loya slaying much bigger giants on the football field. I work with Dave now and part of me still sees the kid they called "streach" when he played at East Allegheny and Duquesne. I will forever regret the unfortunate weather during the "Ice Bowl" at Albany when a perfect season was lost.
Although I was not alive at the time, I feel the pride of Duquesne's Massey Ratings National Championship under Buff Donelli. I discovered the rating while doing research for this blog, publicized it here and now it is in the University's PR but not as much as it should be.
I've been away from this blog for a while but am still a huge Duquesne fan even though I promised myself I'd back away for the sake of my own mental health.
I, like you if you are reading this, still have red and blue blood. I always will even after making the effort to walk away. I miss Ron Everhart and wish him well with my appreciation for re-awakening a forgotten tradition. I wish Jim Ferry now well too. I don't think I have ever been so hopefull or more dissapointed in a human being than in T.J McConnell when he ran out before last season.
I have had my heart filled when the Dukes split the NEC Championship and had it deflated last year when the team held so much promise to get to the NCAAs. I fanticize about the Dukes some day playing Pitt again on the turf.
My wife gets upset when I spent hours writing for this blog or if I have to read every article I can get on the internet about last night's game before I get to my to-do list.
It is just a game, isn't it?