We had an early flight to Fort Worth, Texas, where we were headed for our spring break trip and series against TCU. The night before, we played James Madison at home in a tight game. A few hours after our game ended, the NBA suspended its season to help prevent the spread of Coronavirus. Throughout the rest of the evening, and the next morning, word had been buzzing around social media that college conferences all around the country were suspending or canceling their seasons.
We were in a whirlwind of rumors.
I couldn’t help but imagine the Big Ten would be the next conference to shut down the spring season. When we arrived at the team hotel in Fort Worth, Coach Vaughn explained to us that our season was over. We were stunned.
The meeting was confusing, depressing, and a little maddening. There were so many questions, and not nearly enough answers. Even today, not everything has been explained. The answers to our questions are still coming.
We couldn’t believe what we were hearing. For me, it took several days for reality to set in. There’s a cliché in baseball, and in sports in general, that you never really know the last day you’ll put on a uniform. In a way, that’s true. You just don’t ever think your senior year would be cut short by circumstances such as these.
Once the initial shock had worn away, Mike Vasturia and I were reminiscing about our four-year careers at Maryland. We agreed that in our time here, the team had changed so much, and it was devastating to learn that our careers had been cut short in the midst of a special season. We had a close group of guys that did everything together, on and off the field. Though every year as a Terp had been a blast, I can honestly say that this year was the most fun we had being a part of Maryland baseball.