During my recent
trip to Auburn, I spent the morning with two teammates at a 6 a.m. basketball workout
with two soon-to-be seventh graders. I
didn’t work out – Chantel worked out Lisa’s son Hayes and another boy. I busied myself by shooting around on a side
basket and occasionally observing. It’s always interesting to see a friend you
met at age 18 now be in a role of authority.
You saw them at their goofiest and most immature (oh, I was in the same
boat for sure), then you see them commanding attention and being great at
it.
After that I
drove/walked around campus. I walked
through Beard-Eaves Memorial Coliseum, where we used to practice and play. There is now a shiny new arena (since the 2010-11 season) with all the bells and whistles next door. I’ve attended games there and it’s very nice. But I will always love that old coliseum.
I poked my head into the
training room, where we got taped every day and iced our aching joints. It’s also where I was subjected to the
then-tortuous sound of country music coming out of the speakers. The stereo was in the main office and the
head trainer would turn on the stereo and lock the door so no one could change
the station. That’s where I first heard
Randy Travis’ “Diggin Up Bones” and Steve Wariner’s, “Lynda.” (I just discovered the true spelling of the
title and am a bit disappointed. I
always thought he was singing to me!)
Outside the
training room I saw what looked like the exact scale where we weighed ourselves
every day. This machine struck fear in
all of us. Some were terrified that they
weighed too much, others, too little (that would be me).
I’m pretty sure
I saw our old locker room, which was upstairs.
At halftime we had to run up two flights of stairs and around a corner
to our locker room. It is now boarded up
but the location and the bathroom next to it look familiar. It wasn’t much. Very basic.
We had cubbies for our stuff but that was it.
Locker room door |
I saw some
showers that might be the same ones we used.
I remember Ruthie and her sister Mae Ola would sing in the showers after
practices and games. Their harmonies
were wonderful. One of my favorites is “Cornbread and Black-Eyed Peas.” (This version is sung by her brothers and
other relatives.)
Lovely showers |
Outside the
Coliseum I spied the perch where Chantel and I got stuck one fall day. Auburn had just built the Athletics Complex
and we wanted to check it out. We walked
into an office and then out onto the balcony.
The door closed behind us and we were locked out on a third story
balcony. Uh oh! We finally got the attention of a grounds
person and they were able to free us.
From there I
walked toward the old track. They built
a new track prior to the 2006 season. I
ran many a timed mile and 100s on this track in the wee hours of the
morning.
After leaving
the track, I looked for the opening in the fence surrounding the football
practice grounds. One Thanksgiving
weekend many years ago my teammates and I slithered through a small opening
between the chained fence door and played Nerf football in the practice bubble. And got caught by campus police. We escaped the coaches’ wrath but they
eventually found out. Vickie’s butt
wouldn’t fit through the opening so we hoisted her up and over the tall
fence. (She was our All-American our bad
knees.)
My last stop was
the old Student Activity Center and new Wellness and Recreation Center. I played pick-up basketball games in the
Student Act in the off-season beginning with my sophomore year. Is it a coincidence that a guy I liked played
there too? I never stepped foot in that
place as a freshman, and then went every opportunity I had during my last three
years. I always say I was doing the
right thing, but for the wrong reason.
The Student Act courts were a string of side-by-side courts and some
classrooms. The new center is like a
spa, complete with outdoor pool and climbing wall.
I enjoyed my
trip down memory lane. I haven’t taken
the time to wander like this on previous visits. As I made my way back to Lisa’s house, I did
drive by where Sewell Hall used to be (it’s now a ginormous dorm) and my old
Dorm J.
Dorm J, Room 403 |
All of these new
facilities are great. Me? I’ll take my Coliseum, old track and Student
Act. Ok, maybe I’d trade Dorm J for the
new dorm. (Those new ones are pretty sweet.) As I talked with one of my former teammates
at the Mighty Ruthie premiere reception, we came to Auburn because we wanted to
come to Auburn. We didn’t come for
state-of-the-art facilities. It’s great
that the current students get to enjoy these newer facilities, but I do wonder
if they have too much given to them. All
the Under Armor gear and luxury accommodations.
We had Converse cotton sweats (we loved
them), thick polyester uniforms (we did not
love those) and short, mesh practice pinnies.
We received one pair of Converse shoes for the season. (I don’t think we got socks). And we thought we had hit the jackpot!
Things were much
different then. We were much different
then, too. I don’t
live in the past, but I do like to reminisce
now and then. My teammates and I always seem
to pick up right where we left off. Some
say you can’t go “home”. I believe you
can.
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