Just as athletes retire or their careers end, I’ll never write another column for The Collegian. Ever. As my college career comes to a close, I look back and remember some of my favorite athletic experiences: organized sports with my twin brother, Chris.
All of you “Greenvillians” or probably any South Carolinian knows that the weather here is about as constant as a junior high dating relationship (and those of you from elsewhere are quickly learning this fact).
When I was growing up, my greatest fear was not under my bed, in my closet or at the front door — it was outside. Several large dogs had come to have free rein where I lived, and they terrorized all the neighborhood children. I had always been a dog lover, but a one-dog lover.
As Christians, we can see the danger of putting athletes on pedestals because we understand man’s sinful condition. Instead of making athletes into role models based on the success of their careers or their popularity, we should appreciate athletes who lead upstanding lives — especially Christian athletes with an unashamed testimony for Christ.
Eleven years ago on Feb. 24, 2002, the television was on in my parents' bedroom as my family was preparing to leave for church. I, as a 12-year-old, stood in front of the set and watched a basketball game between the Nebraska Cornhuskers and the Kansas Jayhawks.