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March 1, 2004
As Emory basketball's resident Shakespeare,
Sir Clayton let us know the end of a season called for some inventive
prose. So here goes.
Last weekend we fell to our last opponent
at Case.
Yet, ultimately a season is less about W's and more about memories
that cannot be replaced.
Who could forget Sal and his crazy nights
in Buckhead
or the infamous pre-game rap that Cracker Jack lead?
This season included Mary-Kate and Ashley's
inaugural tour of the cities of the UAA
and a few too many Charlie Browns that guarantee to make your body
ache all day.
We may want to forget the early morning
conditionings with Scuba Steve
and those of us that thought a basketball game could never be rained
out, no longer believe.
Only the Emory women's basketball team
understands the true meaning of "biscuit"
and the many intricacies involved in deciding if you would rather
be an ear or an arm pit.
We played some of our best basketball in
practice against Bodine's all-star teams
and an all-knowing steak knife foretold our future hopes and dreams.
These and many other memories are why,
after my final game,
I am confident of the group to which Beth and I are leaving the
Emory basketball reins.
Playing four years of basketball has left
an indelible mark on me.
Mama Hen, Grandma, and I hope that through all the ups and downs,
you all have fun, stick with it and you, too, will see how special
it can be.
Whose Nest? Eagles' Nest! Ca-Caw!!!
Stephanie Seibert is a senior from Mason,
Ohio. She would love to answer e-mail
questions from Emory recruits and fans.
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