Jason Havey – Class of 2006

 

 

It’s hard to squeeze all my memories of Thunder into one paragraph. So I won’t. Here’s just some of the things he said to me in my four years at Olaf…

 

“Jason, you can go to hell.” -at 2004 NCAA XC after I asked for my per diem for snacks.

 

 

 

“Jason, you can’t run a 5k for sh#!, but you make a mean cup of gatorade!”- after I got spanked at St. John’s and he needed something to wet his whistle.

 

 

 

 

“Jason, will the sun come up tomorrow?”

 

Coach: “Where in the hell is Will Mitchell”

Me: “He’s coming, coach”

Coach: “So is christmas!”

 

“Jason are you a happy camper?  or a crappy hamper?”

 

“You can wish in one hand and sh#! in the other.  See which one fills up first.”

 

I’ll never forget the glare/grin he gave us when he knew we were up to no good.

 

 

 

I’ll never forget the picture we took with the duck right after we won conference over those damn dirty carls and coach was grinning from ear to ear.

 

I’ll always remember the first time coach gave us the spiel about thinking before doing and asking ourselves if our parents would approve of what we were about to do. That was week one of my freshman year right after a stroll through a certain campus eatery with paper bags on our heads. Then we always got to hear about a little bird.

 

Lastly, I’ll always remember the ride down to Luther when coach pulled over on the highway in iowa to let us urinate in front of on-coming traffic, and he didn’t have to go because he always travels with a cup.