snowball fight with Tepsilon

A Snowy Night with the Brothers of TEP..

It was the first snowstorm of the season, the kind that covered everything in a blanket of white, making the world look brand new. The brothers of Tau Epsilon Phi had been cooped up inside, the walls of the house echoing with laughter and banter. But the snow outside was calling to them, urging them to escape the warmth of their retreat for something more… chaotic.

“We’re going out, and we’re making it legendary,” said Nick, the one who always had the best ideas when it came to absurdity. “Snowball fight. Wine slushes. And maybe some other things…” His voice trailed off with a grin, as if he knew exactly what he was hinting at.

Within minutes, everyone had bundled up in mismatched jackets and boots, a mix of excitement and mischief in the air. The yard was already a pristine white canvas—perfect for the chaos about to unfold.

The first snowball was thrown by Jake, who was always a little too enthusiastic, hitting Ben square in the chest. "You’re dead, bro," Ben laughed, quickly scooping up a snowball and launching it right back. What followed was a full-scale war, snowballs flying in every direction, brothers ducking behind trees and bushes, laughing and shouting as if they were kids again. The cold air cut through their laughter, but it only made the game more thrilling.

Between rounds, they stopped to create wine slushes. Ice, wine, and whatever else they could find to toss into the mix. The snow was packed tight, making it easy to mold into perfect cups. Ben poured a little extra into his cup and raised it as if toasting the chaos they’d created.

“To TEP!” he shouted, and everyone cheered, clinking their snow-cups together.

As the fight grew fiercer, the snow got deeper, and soon enough, a new game emerged: snow angels. Each of them, in a rare moment of silliness, lay down in the snow to create their own perfect angels. It was the perfect mix of childhood joy and grown-up rebellion. Faces red with laughter, hands full of snow, and hearts full of a sense of brotherhood that only moments like these could truly create.

After a while, the snowball fight began to lose steam, the adrenaline turning into something softer, more mellow. That's when they pulled out the extra “stuff” they'd been saving, a few items carefully hidden in their jackets. While the snow fell heavier, they gathered together in a circle, passing the time as “It’s Murph” echoed from a speaker nearby. The sound of Murph’s voice, combined with the heavy snowfall and the shared moments of carefree laughter, felt like a perfect storm.

And for that one night, there was nothing more important than the snow beneath their boots, the warmth in their hearts, and the bond of brotherhood that held them all together.