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Friday, November 07, 2003
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That's Short Track
l-r: Lupe, April, Molly, Janie, Judie, Anita, and Beata
 Short Track has come a long way.
No USS president would have guessed that the easiest way to get competition ticket sales off the charts would be to wave heavenly, talented, and "well-endowed" males clad in skin tight spandex in front of appreciative females like T-Bone steak shaken at a Bengal Tiger. BAM. It's rainin' benjamin's.
But all this us Short Track freaks could have told you. What we didn't know was how people from damn near every corner of the US could come together & bond almost instantly. That was the surprise that was unexpected. Freaks of a feather have to flock together, ya know?
 Marquette, for me, was just as much about spending time with good friends as it was short track. It's amazing what one can find to do to pass the time in between races. Hotel floor hopping til the wee hours of the morning, bustin' out the Barcadi O and playing a few hundred good games of Ohno eh, Uno. And you thought Uno was confusing enough, with it's crazy reverse, skip, fuq ewe, you don't get a turn cards, try steppin' to DIS "draw 4" a few Cosmo's and Vodka/Cranberry/OJs into the night.
Short Track fans are one of kind, which parallels the athlete's they admire. It feels good to know that when the glitz and glamour of the Olympic Year has faded into the picture galleries, our small community of Die-Hards is still goin' strong, nearly two years running. The thrill of meeting new friends, being embraced by your favorite skater, traveling to GOD KNOWS WHERE, all for the wild and crazy weekend called the World Cup. Nothing compares to it.
 So, to all of my dear friends that I've fatefully met through Short Track, this is for you. What a ride it's been, and what a ride is still ahead. Here's to all the laughs, all the inside jokes, all the hours spend in airports. From DC-10's to Crop Dusters. From Small-City size terminals, to you + me + [insert hot skater here] = entire boarding flight. Dominating small host cities like a swarm of locust, or just 2 freaks flying to a Colorado signing to find themselves the only out-of-towners. So many memories behind us already, may we have many more adventures to come.
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Name: April
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