Diamonds in the Rough

Well into the month of July, it appeared as if it would be a mere six members of BOX holding down the fort -- the lowest number probably ever inhabiting the institution. However, thanks to the dutiful work of the Notiorius PLC, BOX acquired its two newest members via Craigslist advertising. Craigslist? Yes, the BOX veterans were extremely skeptical, your author being no exception. I imagined that our next two roommates would be disgusted with the alcoholism that runs rampant throughout BOX, I imagined they would be disgusted with the state of the house post-tailgate, and I imagined we would reluctantly have to consider them BOX members.

I stand 110% corrected in my expectations. The two men that eventually showed up and boldly desired to live at the shithole could not have been farther from my expectations. In all seriousness, if we would have recruited hardcore, looking for someone who truly fit in at BOX, there is no way we would have found two better BOX members:

Exhibit a: Drew. First tailgate, he blacked out, passed out in his bed, and had his laptop stolen while he was unconcscious. That's BOX as fuck (that actually sucks, but I'm referencing Pete here). When Al went down to staff infection (which orginally was a hernia, and before that was the swine flu), Drew took over all Fri-Gay responsibilities. I consider myself pretty BOX, but I can't even bring myself to participate in Fri-Gay; it takes a hardcore BOX man to get drunk and pound stakes in the ground in nothing but your boxers while others spray the hose on you. If you can Fri-Gay, you're BOX, no questions asked. There are certain other radically awesome things about Drew that I'll refrain from writing, but if you've met the guy, you know he's awesome, and 100% BOX material.

Exhibit b: The Danimal. Dan is a drunk, and we are all drunks. We quickly learned he was a drunk when he walked into BOX one day and matched the tolerance levels required during the Old Crow Challenge with ease the next day. How he didn't find BOX before is a question for the gods. But there is no doubt that Dan is the epitome of BOX.

The main idea of my post revolves around the fact that Dan and I are currently sitting in the basement of the Michigan Union, circa 3:06 a.m. in the morning on this random Monday evening, snorting adderall out of a winter cap, Dan is drinking a beer out of a coozie, and we are both sharing a water bottle filled with Rum and cider.

What I'm getting at is... It was no coincedence that Dan (and Drew) found the BOX house on Craigslist. No sir-ee. I fully believe that fate plays a strong role in how one ends up in BOX (After all, getting kicked out of my fraternity was one of the best things to happen to me... seeing as how I ended up in BOX. Who would of thought a semester in the BOX basement was the beginning of the best phase of my life?). Just as it was for Andy and I, fate was at work when it brought Dan and Drew - the two diamonds in the rough - to the hallowed grounds of 933 State. When I try to imagine how the '09 football season would have started without the duo, I literally draw a blank. They have contributed so much already, and fit into the BOX mold right down to the minute details. I'm proud to call them my BOX brothers, as I am everyone who has ever lived here. The year can only get better.



I emphasize my closing statement in today's earlier post: BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF SPARTY. GO BLUE.