Back in the day, 1975 or 1976 when I was the head mentor at Western Connecticut I was recruiting a blue chip QB from Waterbury, CT. I had all the features and benefits of a great WESCONN education down to a science and was actually able to secure a visit to this young man's home. Got there around 4 o'clock and did my thing, you know, the dog and pony show. Well, when I finished I was sort of set back when his dad shouted, "He's here!" Not knowing what was going on I decided it was time for me to leave.
When I got outside and headed for my state vehicle, a 1971 Ford, I saw this enormous Lincoln Continental parked across the street with two giant bodyguard types sitting in the front and a cool dude wearing aviator shades and a golf sweater in the back seat. One of the big dudes opens the rear door and out steps, Bobby Bowden, head coach the West Virginia Mountaineers, looking like he just stepped off the golf course. He never saw me; but I never forgot that moment. You can probably guess where the blue chipper went.
Well, here we are many years later, he is 80 and I am nearing 66. He has a 388–141–4 record (Second all time) and I am blogging about his achievements. Small world. He did a fanatastic job at Florida State and should be highly respected for taking a university with no name recognition and no football track record to national prominence. Well done, Bobby. I wonder how it would have turned out if the QB took my offer.