I'm sitting here at the airport in Raleigh, N.C., waiting to fly home after spending the past week helping Son #3 relocate to Greensboro where he'll be working in the school's athletic department. We met his boss, Jody, who walked us through through the field house there and HOLY COW! Suddenly I was little Ann Edwards, looking over the railing of the second floor Smith field house on BYU's campus. It was all so familiar. The photos! The trophies! The office spaces! The views of a practice field! The gyms and the weight rooms!
AND THE AROMA!
Oh, yes. The aroma. A heady mix of equipment and the scent of recent workouts.
Thanks for the memories, NCG!
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I want to go there. Plays some pick up basketball, listen to professors debate politics as they jog/walk the track, and maybe buy an ice cream sandwich from the vending machines. The Field House was a great place to grow up.
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