Baseball, cards leave memories

You know, it’s funny. For five years I’ve done this college thing. For five years I went through the daily routine. No, not the one of the regular student. My degree plan wouldn’t allow me to lead the life of a normal student. I cluttered my spare time with seemingly endless hours spent producing a newspaper for this student body, faculty and staff.

I think Zack Morris said it best in the final episode of “Saved by the Bell,” one of my favorite shows as an early teen-ager. When the Bayside High School gang was about to graduate, he said something like, “It’s over. We did it.”

Well, he didn’t say exactly that, but it was something similarly cheesy.

So, as I finish with my Horned Frog undergraduate career and end my involvement in the realm of student publications, I find myself wondering about whether I’ll be that nostalgic about my college years. At this point, my eyes remain dry.

For three of those five years, I did this college thing at TCU. It is those last three years from which I reference.

Inevitably, we all look back at the better side of how we spent our time. We look back at our most fond memories.

A friend and I sat the other night, circa 3 a.m. We were filling our spare time with the most quality of activities — Sony Playstation. I asked him if he thought about what he would remember most about this college experience. (Hint of nostalgia here).

It was then that I realized that those endless late nights of Triple Play Baseball and John Madden Football coupled with one of our mutually favorite tasty beverages will probably wind up as the more memorable moments.

It just goes to show that it really is the little things that make the difference.

Clearly, there was more to the last five years of my life than just video games and tasty beverages.

For the past couple years, a group of guys and oddly enough even some ladies would convene for what would turn into hours and hours ... and sometimes hours of card playing from which I think I’m owed somewhere in the neighborhood of $2,000.

Granted, the card playing was fun, after all we wouldn’t do it otherwise, but again, it was what would happen around 3 or 4 a.m. that is probably what will be remembered most.

After all the amateur night owls have gone home or passed out, we would embark on what would either turn into deep, philosophical verses about who was the best professional athlete or why the Atlanta Braves would once again lose to the Yankees.

You see, it’s the little things that will be remembered most of all. Yeah, I’ll remember a lot of other things about college. I mean, I spent two years playing college baseball before transferring to TCU. Obviously, a lot was taken away from that experience.

But, think about it, what’s better than 3 a.m. Triple Play Baseball with the few people you can truly call your closest friends?

Associate Editor Danny Horne is a senior broadcast journalism major from Carrollton. His drafted version of the Atlanta Braves on Triple Play Baseball also can’t win the World Series. He can be reached at (d.m.horne@student.tcu.edu).

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