Loving - Mr. Gabe Rotman

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What does it mean to be loving? When Dr. Ross asked me to give a grad at grad reflection I didn’t know I would be following the Director of the FBI and our very own budding politician, Mr. Joseph Scarpelli. I was also worried it might have something to do with being academically excellent or being more religious. Coming from someone who didn’t find their college library until sophomore year and has always tight roped the Jewish and Catholic religions, I was relieved when she told me it would be on loving. This was something I thought I could work with. I grew up in a close knit family consisting of, my mom, dad, and younger brother, Tyler who some of you actually know. Other than school, family values and friends, my life pretty much revolved around sports. All day every day for as far back as I can remember I would be playing, watching, mimicking, talking and reading about sports. In my mind, I was on a first name basis with Michael, Barry, Randy, Allen, Nomar, Mariano, Derek, Pedro, and Wayne. These were my idols. And actually, last night I felt like a kid again, staying up late, watching Kobe drop 60 in his very last NBA game. Basketball and football were always fun to play, but in my town, in Arlington, Massachusetts, hockey and baseball were king. From the old timers who didn’t miss a practice, let alone a game, to the little kids running around, every single ballfield or rink we played in was filled with fans. It made the games feel even that much more special, elevating the energy and excitement each time we put on those Arlington jerseys. From the ages of 8 through 18 I now realize how lucky I was. In the fall and winter we would sometimes play up to 80 hockey games, traveling to tournaments, sharing hotel rooms and tight quarters and going through all those ups and downs together as a team. Once we got to high school, we were fortunate enough to play for state titles in front of sold out crowds at Boston University and Boston College. In baseball it was all about winning that Little League or Babe Ruth town championship in late spring and when the seasons changed, it was onto All-Stars and travel leagues that played for district, state and regional championships the entire summer. In high school, scouts and radar guns would come and go, but our fans never left. As I prepared for this reflection I realized I had taken something for granted all these years. When we were competing on the field or the ice, we were at all times surrounded by overwhelming love. Love from our families, from our friends, from our teachers,


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