By: Connor Lenahan
I didn’t believe the news when I first read it. It shocked me. It made everything else in my life irrelevant.
This morning word came out that Maurice Watson Jr, James Kennedy, and Malik Thomas would be transferring out of Boston University. None of the three would be returning next season.
My thoughts were not on the court. There is a lot of time before we return to the hardwood this fall. My immediate reaction was that, suddenly, three people I view as family members would be leaving our common alma mater.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sad that these three are leaving. I don’t want them to go anywhere. I love having them as a giant part of my life. I don’t want to lose that.
The knowledge that I’m not losing them makes it all okay though. Just because Maurice, James, and Malik won’t be dressing in red and white next year doesn’t change out history together. It doesn’t change that they are some of my best friends alive. It doesn’t change that I love them like the brothers they are to me. It doesn’t change how important they’ve been not only to my time in college, my recovery from my broken leg, but also my life forever.
Selfishly, I want to keep them in my dorm room, never to call themselves any nickname other than Terrier. Realistically, I couldn’t be happier for them. Players come and go. It’s a part of the sport. I care about these three. They’ve made a decision to go out and chase their dreams at somewhere that better allows them to meet said dreams. How could you blame someone for that? We tell kids to reach for the stars. I want to watch these three reach them.
It’s all going to be okay. No matter what happens, they’re my brothers. No change in address will factor into that. I won’t let it.
Maurice, James, and Malik: thank you not only for what you gave to BU on the court, but from the depths of my heart, thank you for what you’ve given to my life. I will be in your debt forever.