And he wouldn’t trade a day for all those Friday nights

The memories fade, but, the feeling deep inside never goes away. It gets richer with age.
You appreciate it more now, about what you did then, then when you did it.

It was magical, it was spiritual, and it was fun.
It was hard fucking work, it was mental, it was physical.
It was just doing it, doing the best job we could.
It was dysfunction.
It was family.
It was a common bond.

It was the kids, it was the kids, did I mention it was the kids.
Hell yeah, It was the KIDS.
It was Talking the Talk and then Walking the Walk.
It was touching the Black Hat.
It was coming out of the Tunnel.
It was the Smoke.
It was the Music. It was "Highway to Danger Zone"
It was Black I and Ace.
It was Crash, Black, and Man Free.
It was the Death Row, Batman, Robin, Thunder, Lightening, Seminole, Louie, and Reggie.

It was the BOARD.
It was the WAR ROOM.
It was the Comedy Club.
It was "I got one word for you" = "Fuck You".
It was "this is a shot night".
It was "the later you stay, the less you pay".
It was "DiNardo", cheerleader and beer leader.
It was "Tunnel Flies".

It was gone before it could truly be appreciated.

Unfortunately, success changed everything.
Some people have aspirations: Some are met, Some are not.

Success changes things. Sometimes for the good, sometimes not.
Viva the Spartans.