Happy birthday, Jack. I think now is the right time to apologize to you for beating your ass in Doraville eight years ago. I'm sorry.
In terms of overall contributions to Benedictine athletics, Jack ranks up there with guys like Lamar, Mallard, Passink, Chris Williams, Rahal, and Travis West. He was a 3 year starter in baseball and football. He played basketball for 3 years and was a solid guard. The game Jack pitched his junior year against Wayne remains one of the top 5 Benedictine individual athletic performances I've ever witnessed. Jack was a great player due to his intelligence, leadership abilities, and passion. He will be one of the greatest coaches in BC history because of these same things.
As good as an athlete as Jack was in high school, we choose to hang out with him for reasons besides that. Like his fellow Dawg Duo member, he marches to the beat of a different drum. The guy loves singing in Tybee bars, and he excels at doing so. In Savannah, it is not uncommon for him to show up out of nowhere at a bar well after midnight. On Thursday nights before Georgia football games, he sports the other team's color. Describing Jack's uniqueness is not an easy task.
He's a good guy. He loves SJS, BC, and the Dogs. I've said it before, but Jack is one of the people who make BC what it is: the best damn high school in America. And while Jack is full of shit about unimportant things, there is not a better guy in the world when it comes to things that matter. Of all the different groups of people we know, all of them like Jack. Unfortunately for the ladies, he has settled down a little bit with a nice girl who might like Georgia sports as much as Jack.
Jack, I will have a ton of roast beef at my first wedding, and I expect you to be there with bells on.
Happy birthday. 10-6.
