So amongst the fun of unemployment, staying at my aunt and uncle's, the likelihood that I will end up moving out of Pennsylvania, my lack of funds and just general uncertainty of my life...I got the call from this man:
The hero talk has begun. A return is being asked for. To understand my cousin Joseph Hickey, is to understand me. An emerging legend is his own right, Joe began as a freshman while was in my glory days at the Saint Anselm Academy for kids who did not get into Boston College. This man knows everything I know and could even be better than me. He's the Kobe to my Jordan. He's got it going on in big ways. He even took down my Senior Formal date....as a sophmore. The best analogy I can give is this:
That being said, my name is being whispered. Not in dark places, but out in the open. In public, the people are asking for a glorious return. People like this:
How will this happen? I have no idea. When will this happen? It has to be before May when the academy gets out. But one thing remains...I am almost 24. These kids are beginning to be farther and farther my junior. Does this bother me? I'd be lying if I did not say no. Sure they are almost the oldest kids on campus, but I don't want to become the athlete that came back one too many times.
Will I be him?
Or him?
That remains unclear. Party responsibly? I should. Act my age? Of course. But when you enter the place where time stops, college, will the Tigerblood begin to pulse? Will the BLynch of old...the San Jose Sensation, The Prince of Flambeaux, 3x Mr. St. A's nominee and People's Champ return???
Until then, no one will know, not even me. That is to be decided when I arrive in...the arena
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