Brent
Anderson

Sr. • Forward

It’s so tough to say this, but my competitive soccer career is over! Once you’ve played in a men’s league, where the guys you’re playing against have beer bellies, and when they get taken down they always tell you, “C’mon, I have to go to work tomorrow,” — as if they don’t care what the outcome of the game is. I’ve played soccer all my life and one of the best parts about playing it is the competitive atmosphere that it presents. After my last game, that aspect of it will virtually be gone.

When I came here for preseason freshman year, I had no idea what to expect, but it soon becomes apparent that the upper classmen will help you out with anything you need — whether it’s on or off the field. You spend so much time and put so much effort into the game with these guys that you make friends different from any others you have.

OK, enough of the mushy stuff. Some of the best memories of this team were off the field. I’ll never forget everyone on campus knowing that I was a freshman soccer player because the seniors shaved your entire head — except for a big ugly rat-tail on the back, or the old balding man look (which is what I had). Bobby, Jim and I probably felt the wrath of Silver Wolf the worst of any current player, because of Eric Brown. Every year you would get in an argument with someone about why the Vikings are better than the Bears/Packers … and they are! And the enjoyment of playing against a team on alumni weekend that just about brought players on the other team to tears from the fans yelling at him because of his hair or one bad touch in the game.

On the serious side, I would like to thank some people. First and foremost, are my parents and grandma, who took the time out of their busy schedules to make it to my games in Wino-where to see me play (that goes for the rest of my family, too). Luzzi, for motivating me throughout the years on the field and in the classroom. Benny, for finding a reason to ridicule me about something everyday in practice (constructive criticism). Jim Callinan, for talking me into playing my senior year, and all my teammates throughout the years that made things enjoyable even when we were losing.

If I left anyone out, I’m sorry, but there are so many people I would like that thank, it’s hard to get them all in.