You say it now, and you probably believe it, too.
Casual. Oh casual, how I admire the youthful sound of it! And to think I, too, was once of those carefree young school boys, casually checking in from time to time. Oh lookie there, another big class of tight ends. How many is that now? 8, 9? Mack's got his eye on the tight ends, no doubt about it.
But little do you realize, you've already been afflicted. The recruiting thread has casually made its way into your brain and guts. It's there, feasting. You are completely fucked.
Problems? What problem? Yes, sure, I did travel 75 miles to attend the Aledo playoff by myself to see this running back I've heard so much about. Brown and Gray. Thunder and Lightning, my god we'll be unstoppable! Woke up sweating, a nightmare where Jordan pulled his commitment and chose Ohio State. I keep notes on all the players I've scouted this season in my notebook. Want to see? Clint Hurtt. He's a goddamn rainmaker! Show cause my ass - Texas should fight it! Still on the computer at this time of night... watching a periscope of two linebackers on an official visit at another school. What's that? I need a drink. What? Walk-on? Walk-on! I said PREFERRED walk-on, you shit smear. It's a completely different category!