My Next Chapter

My Next Chapter

This has been by far the most challenging few weeks in my friendship life. I understood cognitively that I was facing a crossroads in my evolution as a friend and as a man, and that it came with exceptionally difficult choices. What I didn’t fully understand, however, was the range of emotions I would feel during this process.

My primary mandate I had for myself in making this decision was to have it based on my potential to grow as a friend — and that has always steered me in the right direction.

It had nothing at all to do with the fact that I have not won a championship where I’ve been, and that winning a championship means far more to me than loyalty or being a genuinely good person. Pinky swear. It’s literally illegal to lie under oath of a pinky swear. Look it up.

But I am also at a point in my life where it is of equal importance to find an opportunity that encourages my evotion as a man: moving out of my comfort zone to a new conference and community that offers the greatest potential for my contribution and personal growth. With this in mind, I have decided that I am going to join the CMA Conference.

Editor’s Note: These words were uncovered during a hack by *probably Russia* of the Big Eight Conference’s private email server. Found in the Drafts folder of founding member Brian Henry (1 Gonzaga, 16 Texas Southern), they were never sent to The Friends’ Tribune because the secret CMA vote denied his conference transfer request. The Big Eight has not yet been reached for comment.

And because I used the phrase “evolution as a man,” I feel people will accept my decision to join a conference that keeps beating me without getting their feelings all hurt and whatever. They’re grown-ups. What are they going to do: shoot guns at my jerseys and call me a cupcake?

If you can’t beat them, sell your soul and join them without a moment’s hesitation. Because I’m evolving, you know? Who doesn’t want to be able to fly or read minds and stuff someday? I know I do. That would be freakin’ sweet. You’d all do the same thing if that were your end goal. Don’t even lie.

*whisper voice* Evolution. *end whisper voice*

I’m from Norman, Okla., originally, and helped get The Urb League going, but the Big Eight Conference truly raised me. It taught me so much about friendship as well as what it means to be a man. There are no words to express what the conference and the community mean to me, and what they will represent in my life and in my heart forever.

So that’s why I chose not to address them directly — like, at all, in any capacity whatsoever — and instead post all these fancy words on the website I helped create. At least I didn’t have an hour-long “The Decision” special like Chris Lusk did when he left The Daily.

The memories and friendships are something that go far beyond the game. Those invaluable relationships are what made this deliberation so challenging.

But what’s more valuable than relationships is championships. I can always make new relationships.

It really pains me to know that I will disappoint so many people with this choice, but I believe I am doing what I feel is the right thing at this point in my life and my friendship career.

Because it pains me so much, I’m just going to disappear in the night and try not to talk to any of them ever again. It’s easier this way. They’ll be happy for me when I get my championship, and everything will be forgiven. This will probably all blow over in a couple of weeks anyway. Bet.

I will miss the Big Eight, and the role I have had in building this remarkable conference. I will forever cherish the relationships within the organization — the friends that I went to war with on the court for years, and all the fans and people of the community. They have always had my back unconditionally, and I cannot be more grateful for what they have meant to my dogs and to me.

BRIAN HENRY  /  DEPUTY PUBLISHER