I remember all the torture he put us thru...exercises and the verbal lashings when we made fire hyrdant noises...but, I most vividly remember when Eric got us together on the field before the Clifton show and read told us he wanted to read a poem to us?
I can remember a certain drummer saying, OH GOD...POETRY??? After he started reading, I remember how very quiet it got ( Westshore -quiet? mindboggling, isnt it) . It worked at the right time as it inspired me to go out there and make myself proud...I had a copy of the poem on my dorm room wall for many years. At times, I still hear him reading parts of it to us...I think Eric knew what we were going to do that night and I think this helped us remember who we were that night.
When you get what you want in your struggle for self,
And the world makes you King for a day, Just go to the mirror and look at yourself, And see what that guy has to say. For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife, Who judgement upon you must pass.
The fella whose verdict counts most in your life Is the guy staring back from the glass.
He's the fella to please, never mind all the rest, For he's with you clear up to the end, And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test If the guy in the glass is your friend.
You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum, And think you're a wonderful guy, But the man in the glass says you're only a bum If you can't look him straight in the eye.
You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years, And get pats on the back as you pass, But your final reward will be heartaches and tears If you've cheated the guy in the glass.
thanks Eric....ps I still hated those exercises !