By Christopher Nash '22
It has been a year of disappointment. It has been a year of staying inside. It has been a year of, well, a hundred other cliches that I’ll spare you of here with the dubious hope that you have not already left this article to go outside and prove me wrong, simultaneously instigating the dramatic irony of me writing about “bringing the beef” from a windowless room while the sun shines brilliantly after a destructive rainstorm. But it has unquestionably been a year of loss.
Rather than wallowing in self-pity, though, it is time to look forward to the new era of normalcy that the opening doors on the Close usher in in just a few short summer days. Never before have I truly welcomed the start of a new school year. Never before have I wanted to rise early, don a jacket and tie and spend ten hours at school to return exhausted with hours of work in front of me. Perhaps this excitement can be explained by the simple fact that this year at St. Albans will be my last, and nostalgia sneaks up on you with the creeping silence of hoodies as the leaves begin to fall. But I really believe there is something that everyone can look forward to this year, and, of course, I mean sports games.
With our players on the field, our fans in the stands, and our over-anxious parents screaming unwanted directions to their kids, the undeniable, ever-present, all-encompassing energy that the Close possesses will surely return with a fury and a vengeance to make up for lost time. No memories of my time in school have eclipsed that of chanting my voice hoarse amidst a rowdy pit of like-minded BEEF patriots, the stadium filled with catcalls of “weight room,” loud comments on the opposing team’s lack of support, and unfiltered yowls of anger directed at the always atrocious referees. And so I will close with the most hallowed of all cliches: get out to that.