Normally, there isn’t a better time of year than the end of May. The weather starts getting nice, we start winding down the school year for a well-deserved summer break, and baseball is still in the stage where every team thinks it has a chance to compete.
This year, however, is a little bit different for me. The weather here has been garbage (which for La Jolla isn’t a surprise), and many of baseball’s races already appear to be over. Unfortunately, these are not the things that concern me the most. I am more concerned about the impending summer. Now, I like summer as much as the next guy, but this summer is going to be a bit different, because this time I am not going to be coming back to UCSD in the fall.
Yes, I know that most of you who are graduating are waiting for the day on which you can say goodbye to school with great anticipation, and most of you who aren’t graduating are just grinding through your remaining years here until you can finally be in the situation that I am in right now. Not me.
I am very saddened to say that this will be my final sports column here at UCSD, and the last chance that I have to impart any kind of knowledge on the topic of sports, or other topics for that matter, to the faithful readers of Reality Check and the Guardian sports section in general.
This is a lot of pressure to put on me, seeing as how my lasting impression will be drawn from this article, and there is no way I can truly disseminate every bit of information to the readers that I would like. But here goes my best attempt.
Things I like: friends, family, hit-and-runs (in baseball, not in cars), the Dodgers, salary caps, going to UCSD sporting events, seeing other people go to UCSD sporting events, drinking, Las Vegas, drinking in Las Vegas, almost any college-level sport and being in college.
Things I don’t like: midterms, finals, hit-and-runs (in cars, not in baseball), the NBA, the San Francisco Giants, apathetic college students who work all the time, getting kicked out of Las Vegas hotel rooms and a graduation that basically means the end to the best four years of my life.
When I am gone, keep the parties raging, the beer flowing, and make sure you keep taking some time away from studying to realize that this isn’t a time that you want to be missing.
