OK, I’m going to be honest with you. For the first two years of my Augusta State University experience I never went to a single sporting event.
I never watched a baseball game or a tennis match, and the only time I went into Christenberry was to go to wellness class., however before enrolling here, I did go to one basketball game when I was just a little boy. My dad took me to see the Jags play basketball when I was still in elementary school, and that was my first encounter with Augusta State sports.
For one reason or another, I just didn’t have the interest in going to the games and taking part in my school’s athletics. Those first two years were filled with me just trying to get by in the college world and trying not to touch too many things on the way through. Despite avoiding the games early in my college education, I was a sports enthusiast and grew up in just about every sport imaginable and loved every second of it.
So when I was given the job as sports editor here at The Bell Ringer and walked into Christenberry for the first time with my camera, press pass and notebook, I didn’t really know what to expect. The resulting experience was something I had not been prepared for.
It was a whole new world in there, and I felt like a lone astronaut after landing on a new planet. Greeting me at the front door and in every direction was a rush of smells, sounds and bright colors. The smell of the popcorn down at the concession stand tickled my nose and made my mouth water, while the instant yell of cheering and booing began to assault my ears. Everywhere I looked there were people smiling, laughing, cheering and shouting, and it surrounded me from all sides. In those first few steps in the door, I knew that I had been missing out those first two years and knew that this was something that should not be missed out on.
There’s just something about it — something that makes it hard to explain but, at the same time, gives you plenty to talk about. Standing with your friends in the student section screaming in encouragement for the guys in blue just does something to you. When you watch Ben Madgen drain a 3-pointer like it was breathing or when Garret Siler rocks the rim with one of his signature dunks, it causes something to change inside of you. Something starts growing when you see people your age running up and down a court performing miracles at each end, and when that thing starts to grow, you can’t make it stop.
What is it? It’s school pride, my friend, and I don’t know a better way to obtain it. Surrounded by your classmates and friends, watching other classmates play basketball, just brings it all home for me.
I guess for those first two years I didn’t believe that I was really part of the school. Sure, I went to class and stuff, but I didn’t really put anything back into my time here, and I really wasn’t getting the full benefits of being a student.
So, I encourage all of you to get out and go watch our teams play. Whether it’s a basketball night out at Christenberry or sitting on the hill watching the softball team bat around, just get out, flash that Jag card and be a part of your school.
There’s greatness out on our fields and courts, but the funny thing is we get to be a part of that greatness when we show up to the games and support our athletes, our classmates, friends and roommates.