There are words that mean everything to me. There’s family, there’s friends, there’s teammates, there’s victory. But there’s another word I was ever-so-kindly reminded of this summer when I was invited to David Cicala’s graduation party. And that word was “bocce.”
Now, when David’s mother kindly invited me to his graduation party, I wanted to be there. Hell, I needed to be there. See, when I wake up every day, and I’ve said this before, I attack every single moment of that day with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind. Which is why I definitively know that I would leave that party as the bocce ball champion.
We’ve had an unseasonably warm summer here in Ann Arbor, which is why I know that this victory wouldn’t come without some hurdles. I’ve been portrayed as borderline psychopathic for taking my shirt off at a recent camp, but to those critics I ask, “Do you know what it feels like to be a champion lifted on the shoulders of men after achieving the apex physical greatness?” No, they do not, because they find themselves sitting behind their pens or typewriters or whatever they use to print the news these days.
See, as a child, while my father coached at The University of Michigan, I would spend sweltering summer days behind Blimpy Burger playing bocce ball alone on the gravely pavement with pieces of rock that I had retrieved from a dumpster behind the ecology building. After using said rock pieces to weight train to get my 12-year-old body into the perfect shape, I’d play from when the rooster I kept in my bedroom woke me up until my father would drag me back to our house after practice.
So, to David, I’d like to formally apologize again for not being able to attend your graduation party where I could have shown you how to be a true champion of the game. You tweeted out the letter I wrote to you, which I understand, but I told you that heartfelt story about my grandfather in confidence which is why I just wanted to let you know, publicly, that you would have crumbled in my presence had we met on the bocce field.
Apparently my mom invited Harbaugh to my grad party. He didn't come but he did send this lol pic.twitter.com/uZHePHqZnY
— David Cicala (@DacGoBlue) July 27, 2015
But David, congratulations on your graduation from the fine University of Michigan. Go Blue, and let me know if you’d like a rematch after grad school. .
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