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--- The Diary of Fritz Brady -- November 11, 2006 ---
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I've read that there are some things, some moments in a person's life where everything changes: your first bike ride, your first day away from home and your parents, your first kiss. For me, next Friday will be one of those days.
We made the playoffs. Not a big deal to a lot of kids playing sports, but it is for me. This year, I think we actually have a shot of doing something, and more importantly for me and my parents, there's gonna be scouts at the first game. For me. This means I might actually be able to go to a college and not bankrupt my parents in doing so.
Obviously, my dad wants me to go to West Virginia, but I'm not sure being a quarterback that doesn't have 4.4 speed will do well in that offense. I'm more of a pocket passer, and I've never run an option play in my life. So, as much as I'd like to wear the blue and gold, being from West Virginia and all, I doubt if they'd be much interested in someone like me.
Marshall, though, might be a different story. I had a scout from Marshall come to one of my games against Poca, but they didn't say anything, and my coach says they didn't speak much aside from the normal introductions. We'll see.
My dad's watching some highlights from the Sugar Bowl a few years back. He keeps looking at the game, and smiling at me. He finally points to the TV screen and says "It's gonna be nice seeing you in Morgantown.
I'd hate to disapoint him. I just don't think West Virginia is in my future, as much as my dad wants it.
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