I believe in love
The smell of fall
Friendship is family
I believe one man is not bigger than a goal
Red symbolizes more than stop
Passion and culture breads men
Hard work is not a cliche but a lifestyle
I believe in believing
In sports and in life
Surroundings shape individuals and red runs through us like blood
The Cardinal Way is bigger than me, you, and baseball
I believe The Cardinal Way shapes more than a team but a community
I believe in Red October!!!
- Drew Stanton
Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice.
Justice at its best is love correcting everything that stands against love.
— Martin Luther King Jr.
Recapping Bonnaroo 2013, a Roo-cap if you will
For the fourth consecutive summer I packed up my nicest cutoff jean shorts, some sunscreen and a jar of peanut butter and trekked my way into the heart of Tennessee for the most musically magical weekend of the year, Bonnaroo.
To fully recap the adventure and every brilliant musical moment, I’d need a weekend in seclusion, a copyeditor and an expresso machine, I have none of the previously listed. I do, however, have a tumblr, 30 minutes and a plethora of shoddy video footage. So with those powers combined, I proudly present to you…
The Top 10 Things That Happened To Me At Bonnaroo 2013
(This list is in semi-particular order)
10. Base Camp - You don’t chose your campsite at Roo, the fates do. At the mercy of the traffic patterns, our adventure into the farm led us to the closet campsite I’ve ever had the privilege of claiming in my four years.
(that neon green blur in the distance is Which Stage! We were that close.)
9. Dayman - It’s Always Sunny at Bonnaroo, and Portugal. The Man made sure everyone in attendance knew it. Then Weird Al joined them onstage.
8. Animal Collective Glow Stick Party - Hundreds of glow sticks, thousands of people, one fabulous late night set.
7. Milo Green cover “All Things Go” - I have no video footage of this. Only sweet, sweet memories.
6. Allen Stone gets funky- The man’s whole set was wonderful. His rendition of “Is This Love” with the Alpha Soul Choir of Nashville was soul shaking.
5. The Lumineers - Had I not marinated in direct sunlight all day waiting for this show I would have ranked it higher. The show was REAL GOOD, the wait was REAL HOT.
4. Passion Pit Magic Carpet Dance Off - Passion Pit exceeded my expectations and in the process we found an abandoned blanket that turned into the stage for an epic dance floor. Again, no video footage, it will forever live only in our minds.
3. Every Peanut Butter & Banana Sandwich I Ate - Inexpensive, delicious. The fuel of Bonnaroo champions.
2. Paul McCartney - I saw a Beatle perform live.
1. HAIM TIME! - Best hour of the entire weekend!!!!!!!!
There were a trillion other highlights, but you get the idea. Another year, another mild sunburn. #rockandroll
Irish Restore the Shore
“Love life. Engage in it. Give it all you’ve got. Love it with a passion because life truly does give back, many times over, what you put into it.”
In the most recent of my life adventures, I was fortunate enough to fly out to the Garden State, courtesy of Notre Dame Athletics, to participate in a service trip in the shore town of Sayreville, NJ. Together with some ND student-athletes and a handful of New Jersey ND Alumni Club members, we worked alongside parishioners from Our Lady of Victories to restore parts of the town that are still feeling the effects of Hurricane Sandy.
I’m going to take a moment here to pause and mention how awesome my job is. It is capital ‘A’ Awesome.
While in New Jersey, so many things happened in such a short period of time that I’m struggling to find a starting point in which to properly recap this trip. The memories feel like a swarm of hyperactive fireflies buzzing circles around my head and all I’m equip with to catch them is a tennis racket.
So, as I attempt to wrangle my thoughts, I’ll let YouTube introduce you to Rich (Sayreville resident, Elton John fan, a self-described ‘Polish Ironman’ and most importantly, our Irish Restore the Shore project manager) …
Rich is, in one word… awesome!
Rich and his family lost their home in the storm. It was submerged under 9 ft of water.
His enthusiasm as project manager and his personal experiences fueled us to tackle a ton of projects over the weekend. Yard care, debris removal, helping families relocate belongings, you name it, Rich had us doing it.
The only time I didn’t see Rich ferociously (and a tad recklessly) weed-wacking with a grin plastered wide across his face was when he recounted the days shortly after the storm for us. He spoke about sifting through a pile of donated clothes, looking for something to wear after losing many of his belongings in the hurricane, and happening upon a sweatshirt from his high school. In a uncharacteristically quiet moment for Rich, he took a second to himself and collected his feelings.
It’s peculiar how certain instances in our lives, especially moments of adversity, stick with us. How the strangest of details become the lynchpins of our feelings. It was as if that sweatshirt, appearing in that very moment of his life is where Rich will always hang the hat he wore the days Hurricane Sandy washed through his community.
When Rich would release our crew for the day, sending us all off with hugs of course, my co-worker Sarah and I were blessed to kick our feet up at the Casa de Caldwell’s, home to the Notre Dame Club of Central New Jersey VP, Ed Caldwell, his wife Debbie, and their two sons, Chris & Pat. Apparently ‘vibrant personality’ is a genetic predisposition in the Caldwell family as everyone had ethos as big as their hearts, all of which, size-wise, rivaled Macy Thanksgiving Day Parade balloons. Thoughtful conversation, laughter and bacon were all in abundance throughout the weekend with the Caldwell’s and I don’t think I could have dreamt of a better place to call home for those few days.
The trip came with its small share of disappointments, but they are but small imperfections in the larger body of work that turned out so beautiful.
During mass Saturday night at Our Lady of Victories, as the organist softly played the Notre Dame Alma Mater, Ed nudged me to look behind us at the giant, circular stain glassed window in the back of the church. Its colors were ablaze from the sun setting outside. It was absolutely gorgeous.
I think that moment is my own personal lynchpin for the weekend, the firefly of a memory I was able to grab hold of. It’s where I’ll hang the hat I wore my days in Sayreville, NJ.
Huge thanks goes out to ND for allowing me to do these sort of events for a living, all the kind alumni who showed up and, of course, the good folks of Sayreville, NJ!
Source: Rolling Stone