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Subject: the life we lead

From: jdm###@columbia.edu

To: jdm###@columbia.edu

CC: psiupsilonlambda@columbia.edu

wat makes a playmaker. tonite does. when 5 alkies roll in to an apartment with a case of vodka and drink like they own the place. when theyre causing drama in nyu bars with jacked mother fuckers that play for the jets. when we roll into westend and tell people with that cocky psi u smirk that we's partyin tommorow,when on any given sunday we can upset the world, after getting tagged, after giving up a big play. thats what makes us playmakers. the cockiness, the swagger...the humility. the ability to suck in our oversized nuts and play for the greater good, to play for more then the benzes, the lex's and the worldly wear. the highs and the lows of any game any play, any given moment. a psi u playmaker is one that wants to take us to the playoffs. the recklessness is in our focus and reakizations that our glory is the house's and that we are all bricks in an immense wall. every interception, every touchdown every single damn yard is what makes us.thats what the vetrans taught us. that is our legacy and the next generations. the game will go on. but in every generation, we get bigger, stronger, more athletic, faster, and all we want is a championship

tonite i was injured, my coach told me i shouldnt play, in fact he didnt alow it. but i suited up. that is the legacy. i streched, i warmed up, and i got ready. that is the legacy, and sure enuff when the game ended, i was still on the field, still working, moving, flowing, still watching tape, still juicin it, still workin out, perfecting my techniques. still playin even though i forgot my lucky socks. that is the legacy. at the end it was me and an old mexican veteran, and tonite as i lay in my bed and dream of upcoming games, and more moments of shear joy, my mind thinks only of my dearest sweetest psi upsilon

yitb
championships baby, lets get a ring.