October 11, 2002
A team and a program do indeed encompass circles of life. As time passes and people come and go, the color of the program only gets richer, a patina.
How can so many guys that can really play slip through all the recruiting cracks and fall in my lap?
When someone graduates I wonder where we will get those things that he had given us, and so many times I just look up and someone new is there giving us something we never had before. Sometimes change is a struggle, but more often with this program transition is a gift, or it brings new toys for me and for our team to play with. How else could I explain, for example, having a player like Tim Farquhar show up last January with no fanfare whatsoever, and just as I am right in the middle of going through Mike Roth withdrawal. We could easily have been on the outside looking in as far as our seed in St. Louis went last May if it weren’t for “Timeout Timmy” scoring 5 goals against CU in Provo last April, as we pulled one out of our you know what.
He (Tim) literally called me just weeks between leaving Hobart, and his actual arrival on the CSU campus. He’s from Virginia. It’s not like he was coming home to Denver or whatever, as others from other programs have in the past. I know he likes to snowboard, but this is hardly Western State. Besides, he has to stop snowboarding now, until he graduates (yeah, that will happen).
It is not just about the talent or the skill of an individual, but rather that thing he gives your team, that thing you can only sometimes put your finger on. When you have many players that bring different kinds of gifts, then your team cup can runneth over. It’s always a work in progress. We are half full right now, but trust me, we are far from spilling over the top rim.
I don’t know how well we will play tomorrow. My hope is that we can play solid lacrosse, Green and Gold. We have had too many injuries and distractions to hope for more. It’s all good. After all, it is only fall ball.