A band of brothers
When you join a rowing program, you become part of a family. It's a family that goes beyond the walls of your own boat house or even your own conference. It spans the globe and you come to realize that you are part of an elite group.
Our sport is not easy to understand by those on the outside. Even fewer can comprehend the passion, dedication and drive needed to do this sport - not necessarily well, just simply do. It's a sport that doesn't make sense, to train for months on end, in weather that would almost certainly postpone every other outdoor sport, to endure hours of discomfort, for a handful of short races that put back to back to back, might barely cover a single football game.
While we compete on the water and for recruits and for places, off the water, outside the arena, we are family, we are brothers. The bonds we make transcend the boundaries of athletic competition.
With that said, it's with sincere condolences and sorrow that I post tonight about a tragic loss for the Lewis and Clark College rowing program.
Our sport is not easy to understand by those on the outside. Even fewer can comprehend the passion, dedication and drive needed to do this sport - not necessarily well, just simply do. It's a sport that doesn't make sense, to train for months on end, in weather that would almost certainly postpone every other outdoor sport, to endure hours of discomfort, for a handful of short races that put back to back to back, might barely cover a single football game.
While we compete on the water and for recruits and for places, off the water, outside the arena, we are family, we are brothers. The bonds we make transcend the boundaries of athletic competition.
With that said, it's with sincere condolences and sorrow that I post tonight about a tragic loss for the Lewis and Clark College rowing program.
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