
Andrew J. Hawley
Crew
Graduation Year
1987
Induction Year
2005
Three month ago I was driving west on I-290 in the Worcester area when I happened to glance out of the window and there I was looking down the Sprints course on Lake Quinsigamond. The last time I took in that view was 20 years ago (I can’t believe it’s been 20 years!) and twenty years ago, I was under the I-290 bridge in a boat. On queue, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I heard that oh so familiar echoing countdown reverberating in my head, five, five, five; four, four, four; three, three…. it’s a wonder I didn’t crash the car. I have to say, the whole thing freaked me out. It’s clear to me that moments like that come from the formative etching that is the Harvard Rowing experience. Twenty years on and I still remember every moment of every race in great detail. I remember the intensity, I remember the laughter and of course the rivalries – particularly luck Larry and his 7-Up Crew! One experience in particular stands out in my memory was the 1986 Sprints final. We were second to Penn by 2 feet. Not favored to win and up against a great Penn crew, we had made it to the finals. Back in our hotel room at the lunch break, Curt Pieckenhagen and I sat in our dimly lit room, curtains drawn. As we contemplated the upcoming finals we figured that an early sprint would give us our best chance. If we were close at the 1000 meter mark we would go for it, hope to rattle the Penn crew and steal a victory. We got off to a rough start and found ourselves behind. By the 1000 meter mark we had made up some ground and now had contact with the Penn boat. As we approached 900m to go I croaked “up” to Curt and we went for it. The cadence jumped to 38 strokes per minute, then 39, then 40. We were closing the gap with every stroke. Everyone was flat out, committing everything, confident that we could catch them the way we had caught Washington at the Nationals the year before. Unfortunately, this time we came up short by 2 feet. During that sprint I defined for myself the meaning of “full commitment”. I pushed myself harder than I ever thought I could, I committed myself completely for the team and for the win. The end result was a loss and a two day stay in the hospital. Five minutes after entering the emergency room, they wheeled Curt in next to me. Later he told me that all he needed to hear was “up” and he knew I was with him. Moments like these are etched in my brain. Understanding the meaning of a full commitment to one’s self and one’s team, are now a permanent part of the person I am today. I can’t think back on those years at Newell without stirring up tremendous emotions and without acknowledging how formative my four years as part of the Harvard Rowing program were for me. Thank you Harry and thank you fellow teammates for the etching!
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