About the only “ memorabilia” that I have is a basketball yearbook from the early ‘70s when John Bach was HC. I was in Jordan Hall and most of the basketball players were there, too, so I got to know them fairly well so I’ve kept the yearbook as a momento.
However, that’s not the best thing. There is one more item. As I mentioned above, I was a dorm rat, Jordan Hall, never cared about the frats or apartments. So, we had a couple of pretty good soccer players there and they thought they could win the IM title if they could recruit one more player. They got some kid to transfer and off they go.
Now, I’m a typical fat white kid who can’t jump over the phone book and whose soccer skills are somewhere between nil and pathetic. But when the guys needed a body for practice I gave it a shot. I went to all the games as a spectator, not knowing that the guys put my name on the roster.
Yep, they won the IM title and even though I never made an appearance, I got a medal for being a part of the winning team. It’s more like a charm, with a block “S”, the top half blue and the bottom half is white. Other than the diploma, it’s my personal treasure.
I lost track of the guys, like we all do, with the passage of time, which I regret, and in a recent alumni magazine, I saw the name of one of the players in the memoriam section. It was sad to see that, he was a couple of years younger than me. But the medal is a reminder of the friends I had and which is really the only thing that connects me to place anymore.