– by Mario Crescibene
I found myself standing in line for a hotdog at Classic Park. But I wasn’t there for a Lake County Captains game. No, I was there for the NCAA DIII Baseball Championship. Denison was playing Endicott in the second game of a three-game series, with Denison having won the first, 6-0. Today we had the second game, with a double-header being played if necessary. I couldn’t miss all that action taking place at Classic Park.
My final college decision actually came down to Kenyon College and Denison. I visited both on the same day and went to Denison first. I walked all around the beautiful campus and talked to the head track coach about pole vaulting there. And when I left, I thought I was going to run track for Denison. But in the end, Kenyon gave me more scholarship money so I went there instead. It was one of the worst decisions of my life, but an important life-lesson not to let money control me. And there’s still a part of me that wonders what would have been if I’d gone to Denison instead.
As I waited in line, there was a bit of a commotion from behind me as someone hurriedly pushed their way toward the counter through the current of moving bodies. A vibrant, coffee-fueled voice shot out, “Make it 2 hotdogs and a coffee — black!”
I spun around, and there was Gus in all his glory. The red flannel, the crooked ‘C’ cap, and that gray handlebar mustache.
I found myself standing in line for a hotdog at Classic Park. But I wasn’t there for a Lake County Captains game. No, I was there for the NCAA DIII Baseball Championship. Denison was playing Endicott in the second game of a three-game series, with Denison having won the first, 6-0. Today we had the second game, with a double-header being played if necessary. I couldn’t miss all that action taking place at Classic Park.
My final college decision actually came down to Kenyon College and Denison. I visited both on the same day and went to Denison first. I walked all around the beautiful campus and talked to the head track coach about pole vaulting there. And when I left, I thought I was going to run track for Denison. But in the end, Kenyon gave me more scholarship money so I went there instead. It was one of the worst decisions of my life, but an important life-lesson not to let money control me. And there’s still a part of me that wonders what would have been if I’d gone to Denison instead.
As I waited in line, there was a bit of a commotion from behind me as someone hurriedly pushed their way toward the counter through the current of moving bodies. A vibrant, coffee-fueled voice shot out, “Make it 2 hotdogs and a coffee — black!”
I spun around, and there was Gus in all his glory. The red flannel, the crooked ‘C’ cap, and that gray handlebar mustache.
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