I had never been to Berkley, I had never been to San Francisco, and I had never been to Columbia, South Carolina.. Not until I become a member of Brown Soccer. Brown Men’s Soccer has been one of the great experiences of my life. I am able to spend everyday with my some of my best friends, doing my true passion. I feel blessed and I am grateful. I am no Evan "Legend" Coleman, I hope I can get some handicap points for this effort. That being said I will do my best to describe a small portion of a short season: The Gamecock Classic:
Sam brings a lot to this coaching staff. He has great knowledge of the game, He has the capability to slot into practice with no degradation, You can tell he is truly passionate about the game, but Wednesday he brought out is most blatant attribute..He is quality with the details. Wednesday Sam brought his A game. A checklist of things to bring. I mean are you kidding me? It had everything we needed. Written so clear. It even had the Fl Oz requirements for the plane! It had everything no member of the team could have possibly forgotten anything. I mean it was impossible right? Well simply no it was not impossible. I botched. No jacket. No dress shoes. No shin guards. Sam brought quality..I brought the poorness, started the trip on a negative note.
Thursday…or is it late Wednesday- “Lizards Thicket”:
4am wake up call and we were off. The squad passed the time in various ways. Ben slept like a champ, Dylan bumped Taylor Swift, Evan wrote in his diary, Rosa tried making friends with the flight attendant, and Jack read harry potter. We arrived in Columbia soon enough. After watching Alex play a game in the airport designed for 7 year olds (see below), and watch Austin’s truly impressive wheelchair skills we had arrived. Light Training and some much needed sleep would follow.
We came to play. No jet lag. No hiccups. This was BMS. 2-0 win, a silenced crowd, and a proud squad. Some of the highlights include Evan’s return from the sidelines, a stellar defensive line performance, and some just magnificent celebrations. No complaints here, this was a great day.
Saturday- “Jasons made of Velcro”:
You remember that game where one of your friends would hold a flat Velcrow shield and you would throw balls at him as hard as you can? Well that was Jason during our rehabilitation training. An impressive 6 balls caught and held at one time he was the day’s winner…well that or Robs belly. Rob housed 3 loaves of bread at dinner, and then completed his third straight day of Marble slab ice cream desert…apparently it would not be enough to calm the mans fiery spirit for the following day.
Sunday- “No Funday”:
Im just going to go ahead and say it was not our day. Lot of things went wrong. We were still a goal away from equalizing with 10 to play, but heavy legs and some poor choices all around led to a very disappointing result. It was a sad way to end a great trip but no time to be down, for winter is coming. Ill let this picture from the flight home say it all..
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