The greatest coach I’ve ever known

*After hearing about Frosty Westering’s passing this afternoon (April 12, 2013), I had to put my thoughts into words. I am less qualified than any number of thousands of others to talk about Frosty, but as my college friends can attest I could talk about him for hours. This is my disjointed attempt to give just a glimpse into the impact he had on me with just a few brief interactions. Attaway, Frosty!

A lot of the best (and worst, if you ask certain people) parts of my personality and beliefs stem from a passion I gained while in college. And while this probably isn’t the proper thing to say immediately following a man’s passing, I’m going to go ahead and say it anyway. I blame Frosty Westering. It’s his fault.

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