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--- The Diary of Fritz Brady -- March 14, 2007 ---
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So, I've been redshirted. They've already told me, months before spring practice even begins. I can't say I'm surprised, but it's still a little disapointing that I won't even get the chance to move up the depth chart. Sean Glennon will obviously get the nod to start, but I wanted to have a chance, maybe getting put in when we run up the score on some poor team, to get behind the center in a Hokie uniform. Coach Beamer told me my time will come, and that he's redshirting me so he can get the most use. He also says he doesn't want to put me on the field unready to the speed of the college game.
So, I can learn from Glennon, whom I haven't met yet. Cool with me.
I called home today, and talked to mom. She's doing fine, as is my little brother (he starts freshmen footbal this year), and I promised I'd try to get home for one of his games, maybe on an off-week. It's not so much of a trip back home from Blacksburg that I thought. I still have not spoken to my father since the day I signed with the Hokies. I have my doubts we will ever have a decent relationship again. I just can't trust him anymore. It makes me sad, because I got into football because of my dad, and I want more than anything to have him watch me play, but I know no matter what I tell myself, it won't be the same watching him in the stands. He's been tainted by what he did to me, by what he made me do.
Her name is Vicky. I saw her again at the student center, and I recognized her from my visit a few months back with Kristy. We had a few (non-alcoholic) drinks, and one thing led to another ...
Let's just say she REALLY likes quarterbacks. Better not say anything to Kristy ... for some reason she gets all pissed off when I mention other women.
I'm gonna like college.
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