As I have only been at this sports desk less than a year, I am writing this with a tear in my eye.
My left eye.
The eye that peers into the camera and finds you there in some athletic endeavor.
Seniors 2012, you are my first graduates.
It is a proud moment to know you will soon be walking in cap and gown, a uniform much more distinguished (well, arguably) than school colors with matching numerals and monstrous insignias.
Time has passed so fast I didn’t notice the gray hair in my ears.
I remember your awkward little baby steps.