My home at ³¬¼¶µõÖÓÄĢis a team
Iāve been on Skidmoreās menās basketball team for the past four years. But I donāt
play basketball.
Iām the team manager, and thatās where my Life at ³¬¼¶µõÖÓÄĢstory begins and continues.
Iām from Lake George, New York, which is only 30 minutes north of Skidmore. My mom
is an alumna, and I had always dreamed of coming to Skidmore.
Thatās how I found myself at Accepted Candidates Day in 2014, expecting to learn more
about the College but leaving with so much more.

Part of that day included touring the gym where representatives from various departments
and programs had set up information tables and booths. I went around and discovered
a few clubs and met several department chairs, following my original plan.
Then, my mom got involved.
She knew that I absolutely loved the job that I had as a high school menās basketball
team manager. In fact, we had just won the New York State Championship. (Iād say it
was a pretty well-managed team.)
My mom also knew that I was trying to blend in with all the other prospective students.
I wanted to go with the flow and not stand out. I thought marching up to a coach might
mean making a complete fool of myself.
But did still she nudge me to do it? Of course. Did I say, āMom, stop. No way.ā Absolutely.
Did I do it anyway? Clearly.

I shuffled over to Joe Burke, the ³¬¼¶µõÖÓÄĢmenās basketball coach and introduced myself.
Just a few seconds passed, and my anxiety melted away.
Burke was extremely welcoming, although I wasnāt there to try out for the team. We
talked about my high school team, which he had been following, and how I had worked
as team manager. We made a great connection.
Fast forward to my first day on campus that fall semester when I was checking in with
my new manager, Coach Burke. I asked him if he wanted my rƩsumƩ. He laughed and said,
āIām a good judge of character. I know youāre going to fit in perfectly here.ā
Since then, I have gone to every practice, game, meeting and event that the team has
hosted. The amount of food Iāve ordered in the past four years could easily feed an
army. And the number of hours Iāve spent traveling on buses ⦠well, I could do without
that. Iāve traveled thousands of miles with these players and have eaten more chicken
parmesan dinners than a human should ever eat.
Sitting at the end of the bench for every single game for four years, I have become
part of the basketball family. And the court has become my home.
The guys on the team are my best friends on campus. Theyāve made me laugh until Iāve
cried, and theyāve supported me when I was struggling. As clichĆ© as it sounds, I couldnāt
imagine my life without them.
I asked them once if they ever thought it was weird having a woman on their team.
They looked at me as if I was crazy and said,
Youāre home. This is family.ā
I look forward to sharing more of my Life at Skidmore. But the plot line weaving every one of my stories here together is this ā Iām Lexi, the woman on the menās basketball team.