Anthony Armenio, Tom Costigan, Mike Gazzola, Zac Goyer, and Kevin Nieto will be missed in Jasperland. They had a good four years on campus, and provided Manhattan College Baseball with some memories. It's tough for everyone really, the juniors, sophomores, and freshman as well, but the seniors may never play another game of competitive baseball again. Taking that uniform off for quite possibly the last time, it burns.
You lose a part of your life that might be considered your best. Carefree, fun-loving, living life to the fullest. College is now over. It's a real eye-opener, as the real world is now staring you down like the barrel of a 12 gauge. It's humbling. You're no longer invincible - now, you're an adult, and accountable for all your actions from here on out.
There are no more travel curfews, no more room checks, no more early work at practice, no more suiting up in your uniform. We are all humbled when the season is over, especially after a tough loss, but all good things must come to an end eventually.
Sitting here in the hotel room before we head back to the Bronx, it sucks. It's hard to put into words. The camaraderie of the team and the teammates and friends you've made are all irreplaceable. Knowing you'll more than likely never play ball next to your closest friends, it's gut wrenching.
Thank you seniors. You will be missed, but you got rest of you life to make some more memories. Keep on going guys, you worked your asses off here for four years, now it's time for the real deal. Honeymoon's over. Thank you.