It's that time of year again! Where Georgetown alums once again walk through the front gates to return to a magical place that was so influential in the shaping of their being. Where children and spouses of alums get to experience the legends of The Hilltop first hand, and relive stories of the Glory Days. Where the students and alums join to remember the past, celebrate the present and toast to the future. Where the beer flows like wine and the women flock like the salmon of Capistrano. And most importantly, where drunk shit happens.
I was sent the following article from Homecoming 2005 in jest. But it is a story too grand to warrant mocking. It is a story of triumph. Of perseverance over adversity. Of mind over matter. And of pure, sweet lax-bro awesomeness. A story so amazing that I would not be doing it justice by merely quoting lines from it. So turn that visor upside-down and get ready for a trip down memory lane. I present to you: Drunk Student Hit by Car Near Campus.
Happy Homecoming Hoyas.
Good talk.