HawkinGoferLand
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Events of the Iowa football camp had me thinking of Aaron Greving's situation the past week. He was a promising RB who scored 3 TDs in one game in 2001 but was hampered by injuries in camp prior to his RS Soph (?) season. IIRC he would have started ahead of Russell and Lewis in 2002. The University of Iowa even chose to market his #34 jersey that year. Promising indeed.
Greving decided to hang up the cleats for good (mid-year IIRC). I have no idea what he went through or even all the reasons that went into his decision. It doesn't matter. It was a personal decision. I remember being selfishly disappointed. I remember thinking 'how can someone walk away from something I'd give anything to do?'
I guess, you wonder sometimes about all the blood, sweat and tears these kids pour into their football lives. Eating, breathing, sleeping football. Sometimes, the sacrifice they give and the pain they endure can out-weigh the love for the game. The game we all loved to play as kids. The game we anxiously await to begin each fall Saturday. The game we teach our sons today.
It's hard to keep in mind that these players we love are still just school kids as young as 18 years old. Young adults under tremendous pressure to perform and succeed with millions of eyes upon their every move. The microscope of the media, fans and message boards.
Granted, many of these young men stand to earn a great deal of money from this game, but they are surely in the minority. Certainly, they receive a 'free' education from an outstanding public university, although the school certainly will enjoy great financial benefit from the team's success.
We always talk about Life Balance at our company - balance your personal and professional lives. That can be downright impossible during a football season for these kids. What a circus it must be to balance school with football, friends, and family. School is supposed to be full-time. Maybe it compares to the circus many of us have at home raising an active family?
I have no idea what became of Aaron Greving. I hope he is enjoying a wonderful life and I wish him well. I do know this: he lived the dream all of us have had. To run onto the field of historic Kinnick Stadium to the roar of the adoring fans, joined hand-in-hand in a Black and Gold Swarm. To smell the fresh grass of the field on a fall day. To help lead our beloved Hawks to victory.
Once a Hawkeye. Always a Hawkeye.
Greving decided to hang up the cleats for good (mid-year IIRC). I have no idea what he went through or even all the reasons that went into his decision. It doesn't matter. It was a personal decision. I remember being selfishly disappointed. I remember thinking 'how can someone walk away from something I'd give anything to do?'
I guess, you wonder sometimes about all the blood, sweat and tears these kids pour into their football lives. Eating, breathing, sleeping football. Sometimes, the sacrifice they give and the pain they endure can out-weigh the love for the game. The game we all loved to play as kids. The game we anxiously await to begin each fall Saturday. The game we teach our sons today.
It's hard to keep in mind that these players we love are still just school kids as young as 18 years old. Young adults under tremendous pressure to perform and succeed with millions of eyes upon their every move. The microscope of the media, fans and message boards.
Granted, many of these young men stand to earn a great deal of money from this game, but they are surely in the minority. Certainly, they receive a 'free' education from an outstanding public university, although the school certainly will enjoy great financial benefit from the team's success.
We always talk about Life Balance at our company - balance your personal and professional lives. That can be downright impossible during a football season for these kids. What a circus it must be to balance school with football, friends, and family. School is supposed to be full-time. Maybe it compares to the circus many of us have at home raising an active family?
I have no idea what became of Aaron Greving. I hope he is enjoying a wonderful life and I wish him well. I do know this: he lived the dream all of us have had. To run onto the field of historic Kinnick Stadium to the roar of the adoring fans, joined hand-in-hand in a Black and Gold Swarm. To smell the fresh grass of the field on a fall day. To help lead our beloved Hawks to victory.
Once a Hawkeye. Always a Hawkeye.
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