Ahh, okay, so I was remembering incorrectly. Either way, Jeremy was just a good guy, if a little odd (I remember he had a bit of an obsession with remote controlled cars). He and I met on our way out of a math placement exam like three days into our freshman year, grabbed lunch at Schine, and then after that pretty much whenever I saw him he'd either wave me over to say hi or, later, whenever he saw me out at Konrad's or wherever, he'd come over and give me the "bro hug" (you know, grip of the hand, hand to the chest, bump chests sort of thing...I'm super white, that's the best way I can describe it, sue me). I also ended up in the same philosophy class with him spring semester freshman year.
He was amazed that, the first day I met him and we were walking to Schine, that I knew who he was based on him telling me his name was Jeremy and he was from Texas. I mentioned that I was a lifelong, die hard fan, and when I saw him a couple months later he mentioned that he thought he could talk to the coaches to get me on as a manager, and I politely declined because I didn't want that time commitment. Of course looking back, I really, really wish I had taken him up on it, considering my senior year was 2002-2003, so if I had been a manager all four years I would have probably been on the bench for the championship rather than sitting in my living room on Euclid.
Man, that was a lot of rambling.
