Fear the Deer

As promised, here is my poem about my four years at Fairfield University.


I am from right field at the Stagdome
A teamless John Stockton jersey and myTunes Redux
I am from $4 pitchers at Clubhouse and Max’s jungle juice
Al’s Place makeouts and saki bombs in Trumbull
I am from Thirsty Thursdays with Robby and Dan
Beer pong in basements and the hookah on the deck

I am from Sunday brunch at Barone
Vodka 180’s and the Country Cow
“Closing Time” at the Arena and the long walk to Kostka
I am from J2 and Room B
The Pink Box and the 313

I am from the Canisius computer lab
Turf in the basement and the chuggler
One of The Sledge Hemmers and The Shampoo Effect
From “Ballin. Count it. College.”
To “I just want to let you know that I’m cool with it.”

I am from the pages of the freshman facebook
Stuffed backpacks and chalked IDs
I am from Doc O’s enthusiasm
Fran’s guidance and Canuel’s tests
Gudelunas’ papers and all the rest

I am the He Said, The Man in The Mirror
From exit 22 and the Metro North
One of Sal C’s All-Stars and We Make It Rain
From “’CUSE!” and “Great time, good party”
To “I have two test tomorrow!” and “Opportunity, opportunity, opportunity.”

I am from Saturdays at the point
$2 Tuesdays and The Sports Edge
Softball at Barlow and the reverse limbo
I am from late night bonfires and Lockhart’s pictures
From lifelong friendships and lasting memories
I am from the Class of 2008
For all of time


Things I wanted to include, but couldn’t make fit:

The foosball table, The 80’s party, Kess’ mono, Kessler Whiskey, Guitar Hero, South Padre, the numbers game (siete), watching 24 DVDs, the outdoor courts, Murph’s cargo shorts, sledding in recycling bins, the futon, bullpen sessions, and many, many others.