You’ve just landed in Tuscaloosa in Alabama from Australia on a full football athletic scholarship. You’re quite quiet not knowing anyone although you’re observant and laser focused on football. The thing is you are clueless about the social scene except you’re curious.

It was mid August, it’s a hot summer nothing compared to back home. You’ve never rushed before and you have never even heard about it too. A legend that that was so foreign to you. It’s like you’re on another planet with this Southern hospitality.

With your cleats slung over your shoulders after Special Teams practice your coach Kalen DeBoer said good on you buddy for your first practice. Leaving Bryant-Denny Stadium, you’ve heard whispers of a rush party at Pi Kappa Alpha. So you say to yourself why not go along and see what happens?

Walking away down the spacious well kept university roads you see a building. It loomed large white columns, red bricks and music playing from it. You still didn’t know what rushing was, so you got a text. It was from Harvey Thomas “We want you here. Good people and cold drinks”.

You’re still sore from practice but curiosity wins and you reply sure coming.