Well, today is the day.
The day where entitled 17-year-old kids everywhere say hello to the free world by putting five hats of various universities in front of them, faking that they will grab one (completely offending that school which invested hours of manpower and thousands of dollars in that player's recruitment in the process) and then grabbing the hat of a school where odds are they will transfer from or never crack the depth chart.
It's national letter of intent signing day, one of my favorite days of the year.
By the end of the afternoon, my favorite school, your favorite school, everyone's favorite school will have received anywhere from 15 (for the probation encumbered) to 25 (the maximum) to 58 (if you're in the SEC) faxed copies of letters of intent from high school seniors (or junior college players).
It's a huge day for college football fans, but maybe an even bigger day for fax machines. Think about the last time you used a fax machine. I think I had hair. And no kids (and I now have teenagers). I would imagine that when the fax machine gets dusted off that one day a year, the VCR (a relevant device exactly zero days a year) gets awfully jealous, kind of like how R2-D2 felt when it appeared C-3PO had been sold to Luke and Uncle Owen.
(Thankfully R5-D4 had a bad motivator. Sorry, I should have dropped a "dork alert" on you. My bad.)
As I mentioned, I am a fan of college football recruiting insomuch as it replenishes my school's roster each season. However, there is another flavor of college football fan who takes it to a whole other level -- creepers who follow high school football players on Twitter or Facebook.
Let me establish this out front: My rule with high school football players when it comes to social media kind of follows society's rule when it comes to adults and kids interacting in general -- if you follow them on Twitter or friend them on Facebook, then you have issues, especially if you fall into the category of 99 percent of these detectives and don't even know the kid personally.
Following and friending other adults who you've never met before...well, it's a little weird, but hey, that's the age we live in. We do it for work, we do it for play, we do it for -- ahem --"companionship."
But following 17-year-old kids who you've never met nor even interacted with is beyond weird, it's uncomfortable. Please do society a favor and find a hobby that involves people your own age, and if you happen to be a high school football player predator, stay away from me.
More importantly, stay away from my kids.
As for recruiting, here's how today went: Every coach loves every player they signed. LOVES them. Coaches with classes in the top 15 to 20 will talk about talent levels. Coaches outside of the top 30 or so, they'll talk about "filling needs." ("Filling needs" is code for "What's the buyout in my contract again?"
Me? I had fun today, but now you can wake me up in August to see how much the coaches "love" them. Better yet, wake me up in three years.
And please unfollow my 11-year-old on Twitter. He's a five-star running back, but he hasn't even hit puberty yet. Creepers.
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