The Catch - Present & Past

Stories of Past Seasons

The Catches of the present and past. The Catch is newsletter sent out by Binghamton Rowing filled with recollections, reflections and  poems written by current rowers as well as the fond memories of alumni. It also contains the teams race results for the season and an outlook to the upcoming season.

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The Catches


Spring 2015
Spring 2014

The Relativity of Success – Jun Jeong

In a recent interview I had this spring, I was asked about my coaching philosophy. I stated several approaches in my coaching philosophy, but the first thing I said was this:

Sport and training is not an end, but a means to an end.

While I believe that while all athletes have a like-minded goal of achieving glory in their respective sports, I do not believe that the journey stops there.  My primary goal this season had always been to foster a culture of can-do spirit and unrelenting vigor in my men with the hopes that they would take their successes as a Binghamton rower and apply them to their everyday lives.

Of many profound moments I’ve had this past season, one that I distinctly remember is Jason’s 2K test.  I could sense the same anxiety in Jason as I had in my test the day before, so I advised him on what to do for 2K domination.  To my pleasure, Jason rowed the first 1500m down to the tee.  Standing behind him, I calmly told him to relax through the 500m mark and to prepare for his final push.  Moments later I exclaimed, “This—is—it!  You move NOW.”  He knew exactly what I was talking about.  With the characteristic “Jason Moss grunt,” he blasted through the remaining meters and achieved a personal best by 5 seconds.  To sum it up, his 2K test will always be one of my proudest moments as a coach.

Jason’s accomplishment would most likely not have been possible without the work and effort he put into his training in the winter season.  The same goes for everyone else in my squad.  Those who made the commitment and decision to show up and strap up were undoubtedly successful in their endeavors.  However, the 2K PR’s weren’t even the best part.  I could see their attitude and growing strength being applied to all aspects of their lives.  Whether it be serving the team in ways outside of just rowing, studying for the MCATs, acquiring the coveted position at a company, working hard to make ends meet, or simply being a good citizen of the community, I could see the positive development of my teammates.

Now that my time as a Binghamton rower is over, I can only hope that I was able to help further the growth of my teammates.  And although my time as a collegiate rower has ended, I myself am just getting started.

Varsity Men 2013-2014: Thank you for making a better man out of me, and I hope all of you were also able to find your center so that you may be swift as the coursing river.

Best of luck next season!

(Written May 2014 – Published October 2014)

 Click – Jerry Cheong

It begins at 5 A.M. sharp. You grab frantically at your phone to shut off what used to be your favorite song and cast a quick glance over to your roommate, listening intently for the snores that indicate that he’s still asleep. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, careful to tiptoe through the minefield of hastily strewn paraphernalia that litters the floor. You pull on your clothes in the darkness, praying that none of them are inside out. You pop pieces of gum in your mouth, duck into your bathroom to muss up your bedhead, and as soon as it looks passable, hurry out the door and race down the stairs. This is the easy part.

Now you’re in the library tower’s lounge, casting wary glances at your teammates, mentally psyching yourself out for the next hour of pain. Or perhaps you’re in the erg room, the stink of stale sweat permeating through the air, rivalled only by the stench of your breath. Perhaps you’re in one of the many cramped racquetball courts, voices and grunts echoing off the walls as you stare at the floor, wondering when it was last mopped. If you’re lucky- really, really lucky- you’d be at the boathouse, shivering in the cold, cursing yourself for wearing only a sweatshirt and trying to ignore the grumbling in your stomach. This picture of misery, a portrait of gloom painted at an hour far too early to be considered civil, makes one wonder why, just why anyone would want to partake in this sport?

Then you hear the click of the oarlocks in perfect unison.

Then you feel the surge of the boat as a white needle pierces the glass of the Susquehanna.

Then you see the muscles of your legs and arms coil and uncoil as power flows through them.

Then it all makes sense.

Rowing is beautiful. It is art, it is magic, it is passion. But most of all, it is worth it. It is worth waking up at 5 A.M. after only 3 hours of sleep. It is worth showing up to class cold and wet and falling asleep in the middle of a discussion. It is worth the recoils of shock and disgust from your friends when they see that brand new oozing blister on your hand. It is worth every erg session, every sore muscle, and every close shave with hypothermia.

To my friends that will continue rowing with Binghamton Crew, I envy you greatly. You are part of a team that has been forged and tempered through some of the toughest training. Your team spirit and camaraderie, which continues to grow after surmounting each and every obstacle, will carry you through even the most daunting of challenges. You will continue to improve, becoming faster and stronger, with each passing day. You will carry this team to new heights through your will and determination. You will love it.

Every second that I have spent with you has been worth it.

(Written May 2014 – Published September 2014)

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