Bear Down and Get Some Runs, best-of: March 6, 2005

March 6, 2005

We’re heading to Vegas today, and while packing up our stuff in Prescott, Ben calls.

“Hey! Did you see it?”

“See what?”

“Illinois lost.”

“Oh man! Seriously?”

“Yeah dude. Last second three by Ohio State. They lost by one.”

“Oh man. That’s brutal.”

“Yeah.”

“O’well. I’m sure they’d much rather lose now than in the next few weeks.”

“Definitely.”

There’s a pause. It’s not his pause, or my pause, but just a pause.

“Well, that’s all I got.”

Bear Down and Get Some Runs, best-of: D—E—M-O-N-S!

D—E—M-O-N-S!

Quentin Richardson.

When I was a senior in high school, it was all about DePaul. Northwestern was always my team growing up, and the Fighting Illini were a strong second, and after that all Illinois schools were pretty much the same. But that changed when I became friends with Jonny Corwin.

My family lived in Evanston from 1984-1995, and in that time I made lifelong friends. When we moved to Wilmette the summer before eighth grade, I made some new friends, but I was still an Evanston guy and on weekends and over breaks I hung out with my Evanston group. During my sophomore year at New Trier, I became tight with Samoil Vangelovski, AKA Moil, AKA Smoil, AKA Sammy V. Moil and I first met at Wilmette Junior High, and then we had gym together sophomore year and became good buddies. We both knew Jonny, and the three of us became close during our junior year. We started hanging out on weekends, watching sports, eating burgers and wings, playing hoops, shooting pool, going bowling—basically all of the activities most beloved by the young active male.