In the fall of 1990, I found myself somewhat lost and overwhelmed … an 18yr old kid on the campus of big university. Looking for comfort, I quickly found solace in what was familiar – which in my case was playing basketball. Within this process I begin frequenting “the barn” – an old athletic facility which years prior to my arrival, university officials had retired from official sporting events, but made available for students and community residents.
I cannot begin to guess how many times I ran up and down this creaky floor as an undergraduate. Needless to say, a good number of my college friendships are rooted in this building – the result of hours of pick-up games, which may or may not have involved a lot of talking shit, arguments, and other nonsense.
Having not visited the campus since May of 1994, this morning I found myself in this relic of a building wondering how did the years pass so quickly. All these years later I was immediately nostalgic for the good times had in this too hot, too cold, dumpy, smelly place.