Speaking with a colleague today, the name of an old acquaintance came up during the conversation. I used to coach track with this gentleman, and he's coaching high school football in Georgia now. My colleague told me about how big his son was and showed me a picture of him.
"I think he's a sophomore."
"Really? Just a sophomore? Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure," she said.
"And he's being recruited for football as a sophomore?"
"I dunno. I guess he could be," she said, seemingly oblivious.
"Yeah, he is," I told her. "This is Saban in the picture right here beside him."
He must be pretty good.
"I think he's a sophomore."
"Really? Just a sophomore? Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure," she said.
"And he's being recruited for football as a sophomore?"
"I dunno. I guess he could be," she said, seemingly oblivious.
"Yeah, he is," I told her. "This is Saban in the picture right here beside him."
He must be pretty good.
