High school hero’s…. there is nothing like them in the world. The Friday night stud is finally getting to go on his official recruiting trip! So what is an official recruiting trip? In a nutshell it’s were colleges recruit either senior high school students or junior college transfers to play sports at a university.
The NCAA outlines the rules for an official visit.
• You can make up to five Official - expense paid visits to college campuses. The visit to the campus cannot be longer than forty eight hours in duration. You are not allowed to have an official visit until after your first day of classes of your senior year.
• College coaches need to have an official ACT or SAT score and a copy of your official high school transcript before you can make a visit.
The past two weekends I had the great HONOR to host these recruits. Apart from them or their parents telling me how great they are (4.4 sec./40 yard sprint), and how great they are going to be (twice as good as Poots), it was kind of fun.
From the moment that the recruits get here we stroke their egos. Like our staff telling them how excited they are that they came. The players telling them that they can't wait to play next to them. Girls making them pinkie promise that they will come here. President Benson having them over for dinner and giving them his three promises (which I don’t remember). Then they are off to a basketball game or a gymnastics meet. After the game or meet they are let free with no curfew to go out with their host and have the time of their lives…
And that is where my weekend goes to H E double hockey sticks. What am I supposed to do with some kids who want to go to every party and every dance when I have football the next morning? Of course I don’t want to be the old burn out grandpa who is in bed by ten. So we go to these unforgettable school dances. I find a wall or post to lean against and put on my cool guy smile like “hell yeah I do this every night”. When in all reality I can’t dance they, aren’t dancing and it’s a complete waste of the ten bucks. So then it’s midnight they are 18 and eat like a horse so I take them to Alberto’s for a “Cali B and some Carne Asada fries” that is thirty bones in one night I will never see again. By the time they are done eating it’s pushing one, one you get them to the hotel and get into bed its pushing two. Nothing like a Saturday run and workout with only five hours of sleep right? Saturday night may as well be on repeat just substitute the presidents house with Rusty’s (which is my favorite part). Then we are off to another one night only best dance ever featuring “DJ N-1-GAD” (no one gives a damn) that plays the same music as the night before. Alberto’s again. Listen to them reminisce about their glory days. Then I take them home, tell them they were the best recruits EVER. We exchange numbers, so they can bother me until three in the morning about a girl they will die without. Then text me for the next six months wondering if they can come down for a weekend, or if they can stay with me over the summer and work out together. And my all-time favorite, they want to be roommates for next school year. How I love official recruiting trips.
The NCAA outlines the rules for an official visit.
• You can make up to five Official - expense paid visits to college campuses. The visit to the campus cannot be longer than forty eight hours in duration. You are not allowed to have an official visit until after your first day of classes of your senior year.
• College coaches need to have an official ACT or SAT score and a copy of your official high school transcript before you can make a visit.
The past two weekends I had the great HONOR to host these recruits. Apart from them or their parents telling me how great they are (4.4 sec./40 yard sprint), and how great they are going to be (twice as good as Poots), it was kind of fun.
From the moment that the recruits get here we stroke their egos. Like our staff telling them how excited they are that they came. The players telling them that they can't wait to play next to them. Girls making them pinkie promise that they will come here. President Benson having them over for dinner and giving them his three promises (which I don’t remember). Then they are off to a basketball game or a gymnastics meet. After the game or meet they are let free with no curfew to go out with their host and have the time of their lives…
And that is where my weekend goes to H E double hockey sticks. What am I supposed to do with some kids who want to go to every party and every dance when I have football the next morning? Of course I don’t want to be the old burn out grandpa who is in bed by ten. So we go to these unforgettable school dances. I find a wall or post to lean against and put on my cool guy smile like “hell yeah I do this every night”. When in all reality I can’t dance they, aren’t dancing and it’s a complete waste of the ten bucks. So then it’s midnight they are 18 and eat like a horse so I take them to Alberto’s for a “Cali B and some Carne Asada fries” that is thirty bones in one night I will never see again. By the time they are done eating it’s pushing one, one you get them to the hotel and get into bed its pushing two. Nothing like a Saturday run and workout with only five hours of sleep right? Saturday night may as well be on repeat just substitute the presidents house with Rusty’s (which is my favorite part). Then we are off to another one night only best dance ever featuring “DJ N-1-GAD” (no one gives a damn) that plays the same music as the night before. Alberto’s again. Listen to them reminisce about their glory days. Then I take them home, tell them they were the best recruits EVER. We exchange numbers, so they can bother me until three in the morning about a girl they will die without. Then text me for the next six months wondering if they can come down for a weekend, or if they can stay with me over the summer and work out together. And my all-time favorite, they want to be roommates for next school year. How I love official recruiting trips.
If your one of my recruits over the past three years know that I really have grown to love ya.
