by Malcolm Wynter ’20
We were in New York City when the news of how COVID-19 would affect college athletes began flooding in. It was the night before our opening game of the A10 tournament. My teammates and I struggled with trying to process all of the information being thrown at us. We went back and forth toiling with the minute-by-minute updates. What was going on, how serious it was, the prominent NBA players contracting the virus, the NBA shutting down; all of these things spiraled in our heads as the updates came out in rapid succession. The next day, minutes after watching film and preparing for the game, we were notified that our tournament was called off. Soon after, the entire college basketball season was canceled.
I’ve since come to terms with the situation, but in retrospect, the whirlwind nature of all of these events left me in a state that I’ve only otherwise experienced through grief. I was often unable to focus or collect my thoughts, and for days I was somewhat emotionally numb to what this all would mean for me — the end of my basketball career and the last time I would see most of my Davidson peers.
Upon my return to school, I was met with an eerie atmosphere. It was only early March, and my apartment roommates were preparing to move out. There were parties down the hill that resembled Frolics, but there was such a sad, bittersweet mood about campus. I started to realize that these were all the things we, especially the class of 2020, would be losing very soon. I would never get to have my senior spring as a “nonner.” I wouldn’t get to have a final Frolics. I may not have my last beach week. I may not even have a proper graduation ceremony.
I hope that all of my fellow seniors are able to cope in their own ways. The two months we lost shouldn’t take away from the four years we shared. What’s important is that we’re able to look back fondly on those years and cherish the memories we all have. Thank you all for being a small piece of the most impactful part of my life.