I’ll never forget the night that I met @McCoy16. I had heard all the stories, “don’t go to The Mine underage” “don’t get on McCoy’s bad side”, all that. Didn’t care. I was tired of hearing about the best place in Baldwin to party and never going. Baker track had just won...

...conference again. I was hype. I didn’t help that win but I was there https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😂" title="Face with tears of joy" aria-label="Emoji: Face with tears of joy">. All the upperclassmen started talking on the bus about going to the mine when we get back to BCK. So I asked one of them if I could go. They said “no problem, it’ll be busy, we’ll walk in and B line...

...towards a table and nobody will say anything”. We get back in town, shower beer, and I’m dressed in 15. Get picked up and I’m doing it. Nervous as fuck. Going to The Mine. As we pull into the parking lot, MAYBE 5 cars. Definitely thought about just leaving...

..but sucked it up. We walk in, and NOBODY is there. I instantly think to myself “short ride, this was fun”. BUT McCoy was busy making a drink, so we B Line and sit down. My buddy starts talking to his friends and one of the other upperclassmen see me and start talking shit..

..about how I’m not old enough to be there. Next thing I know, I see McCoy looking at me from the bar saying something but I can’t hear what. Freaking out I go up to him and say “sorry, what was that?” And he repeats, “you remind me of Noah Syndergaard”...

.. anyone that went to Baker remembers the long blonde flow (yikes). That under a flat bill ball cap, saved my ass that night. And THAT is the story of how I met McCoy and how he almost made me shit myself. The rest is history and damn it was fun. Definitely miss The Mine days.