It’s just about 24hrs from the end of our season and it’s taken me all of that time to be able to wrap my head around everything and compose this to you, our players, our Stags: An Open Letter to My Stag Family By no means was this the toughest day of my coaching career—everyone is safe, everyone remains healthy and I don’t take either of those things for granted in this day and age. It was, however, by far one of the most helpless and surreal days of my last 19 years in this job. While we all understand the necessity of the action and the severity of the threat, it is ok to mourn the loss of a season and feel sadness at the abrupt end of the time we are allowed to spend together. Although everyone loves the game days; the crisp uniforms, anxious energy and potential for glory, its all the other things I’ve grown to love and will miss from this unique group. Your booming laughter from the back of the bus, your terribly off key singing and the skill in which you have found a way to t...