The rumor never really had much in the way of legs, and what little was there was got hacked into (legs + hacked into = bloody sock. I’m awesome) with the tremendous Spring performances of Sean Marshall and Aaron Heilman. Schilling became a luxury of a luxury.
And now he’s retiring.
The game always gave me far more than I ever gave it. All of those things, every single one of those memories is enveloped with fan sights and sounds for me. Without the fans, they would still be great memories, but none would be enduring and unforgettable because they infused the energy, rage, passion and “feel” of all of those times. The game was here long before I was, and will be here long after I’m gone. The only thing I hope I did was never put in question my love for the game, or my passion to be counted on when it mattered most. I did everything I could to win every time I was handed the ball.
Damn, that’s well said. And I really wanted to continue hating the guy…