Living in Delta House All Over Again

Bluto. D-Day. Otter. Flounder. Pinto.

They are forever immortalized as the greatest fraternity brothers ever.

Fraternity brothers.

There is a bond that is created in a fraternal environment. A bond that lasts a lifetime. Having your brother's back. Taking a bullet for your brother. Being there. It's all a part of it.

The coaching community is a fraternity in and of itself.

I know it sounds overstated but when you go to battle with a brother, you never forget it.

Each of you plays a role. Each of you has a job.


Each of you needs to pull your weight or the job doesn't get done.

You will never forget the highs and lows. The pain and the gain. The "thrill of victory" and the "agony of defeat." All because you went through it together.

There's another kind of fraternity I just fell into.

Bartending.

I just recently started working a couple of shifts at my local watering hole and the instant siamese twin-like bond was evident from the first ice cube to the last call.

Same feeling as coaching but there's more spirit(s).

“By the time a bartender knows what drink a man will have before he orders, there is little else about him worth knowing…”




Whether you are tending bar or tending to players, it's the same fraternity. One's with footballs...the other is with highballs.

Just always remember. No matter the fraternity. Try to avoid "double secret probation."