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Anders Voight got calls from a couple teams on Monday. They wanted to sign him as a free agent. He thanked them for their interest but passed on the opportunity. He was going to pursue his masters in geology. The seniors on NFL teams all headed off to their new work places to meet the media, their coaches and their teammates.

Coach Burton announced the team captains to the team and the press on Tuesday afternoon. As expected Tyler Madden was one of the team captains. Coach Burton and presumably my teammates as well agreed with my judgment. Jibril Sloan and Andrew Perkins also were named captains. I was pleased with the announcement.

Tyler ran into me at the Lasch Building that evening. He asked me to be prepared to help him lead the team. He was going to need Jay, Trevor, me and Damian to ride herd on our younger teammates next season. I readily agreed to help any way I could.

Dr. Barnes returned our final term papers for History 130 on Wednesday afternoon. I received my usual A+. Cameron Miller and Kelly each received an A- on their papers. I was a lock to get an A in his course. There was no way on earth I could screw up a final in Civil War history enough to drop my grade down.

The finals schedule came out. My schedule was excellent with a single exception. My first final was Sociology 1 on Monday at 8:00 AM. History 130 was Tuesday at 10:10 AM. My time was my own on Wednesday. Thursday I had History 21 at 10:10 AM and Geography 45 at 2:30 PM. My escape plan was to load up my car and check out of the dorm Thursday morning before my first final. At 4:50 PM, or earlier if possible, I would depart for Paradise. ETA – 7:30 or so.

Kelly didn't have her first final until 4:50 PM on Monday. Her Spanish final, her last one, was Friday 8:00 AM. Her dad wasn't able to come for her until Friday evening.

Kelly and I planned that I would come out to Pittsburgh to visit for a few days after Memorial Day. I received a letter from Chase Utley on Wednesday that changed our plans. He wanted to get us tickets to a Phillies Games sometime this summer as a thank you for getting him and his nephew into one of our games last fall.

Chase included a Phillies' schedule. Since I wouldn't have time after June 11th, when I had to report to scout camp for the duration of the summer, we would have to make it sooner. We looked the schedule over and decided that Sunday, May 29th would be best. Kelly would come in to Lancaster County for the visit instead of me going out to Pittsburgh.

I sent an e-mail home to Dad to let him know about the invitation. Chase invited my whole family. Dad replied that May 29th suited everyone. Mom, Dad, Will, Abby, Andy and Liz all wanted to go. Connor, Noah and Hunter were too young to enjoy a ballgame so they would go to Grandma's for the afternoon.

Zack and Shawn O'Conner returned from Green Bay and Foxboro on Wednesday. They did medical testing and met with the media in their new cities. The Packers and Patriots didn't have mini-camp for another couple weeks. Evan Foster returned Thursday. The Saints mini-camp wasn't until the end of May. The other seven guys stayed in their new cities through the weekend. Many NFL teams held their mandatory mini-camp on the Thursday to Saturday after the draft.

Zack, Evan and Shawn decided to throw an end of college blast to end all blasts on Saturday night. Zack and Leigh Ann recruited Kelly and me to help set up the party. We squeezed in preparations between time spent studying for next week's finals.

Friday after lunch on the way to our last class, History 130, Cameron Miller issued an invitation.

"You guys HAVE to come to Omega Chi's blast tomorrow night," Cameron exclaimed. "It is going to be biggest party this semester."

"I wish I would have heard about it sooner," I replied. "Kelly and I are helping Zack Hayes with his graduation party Saturday night. I don't know if we'll have time for both."

"Oh, we'll be there, Cam," Kelly interjected. "We wouldn't miss one of your parties."

Kelly missed my disapproving look as she continued chatting with Cameron while we headed for the Ferguson Building. I guess I could put in an appearance at Omega Chi later in the evening after things were set up for Zack's party.

The Cellblock, the dance club downtown, held another under twenty-one night on Friday night. Trevor, Stephanie, Jay, Molly, Kelly and I went together. We had a fun evening. Jen was staying at Mark's apartment so I spent the night with Kelly in her room.

Kelly and I slept 'til noon on Saturday morning. After showering at my dorm, I headed back to be with Kelly. We spent most of the afternoon studying. Around 4:30 the two of us headed up the street to Zack's apartment. Zack, Leigh Ann, Evan and Shawn O'Conner were doing a finals weekend cookout. It wasn't fancy, just hamburgers and hot dogs, but the food was delicious and it was fun.

Zack, Evan and Shawn entertained us with stories about meeting stars on their new teams. Shawn raved about how nice a guy Tom Brady was. He met Randy Moss, Wes Welker and the rest of the crew at the Patriots. Shawn was impressed with Coach Belicheck too. He felt confident he would prosper in New England.

Evan reported that Drew Brees befriended him when he arrived in New Orleans. Reggie Bush welcomed my friend to. Evan was shocked at how complex Coach Payton's offense was. He was going to have to work overtime the next couple months to be prepared for the mini-camp.

Zack got to meet Bart Starr when he was in Green Bay. Zack got his first look at a West Coast offense playbook. He reported it was daunting. His brother Sam had played West Coast offense in Philadelphia and Seattle and had warned him about the complexity. Zack tried to explain the basic concept to me. He described the passing game as being a much more complex version of what he and I had worked on this season. Nearly every play had the quarterback and receiver adjusting routes based on the defensive set, pass coverage and blocking scheme.

I enjoyed hearing about my friends' experiences with their NFL teams. I hoped I got the same chance when my turn came and that I went to a good team. We cleaned up the cookout when we finished eating and then set up for the end-of-college bash my friends were throwing.

Technically this wasn't Zack and Evan's final party. They would probably throw one next weekend too but only seniors would be left on campus, awaiting Monday's graduation ceremony. This would be Zack's final party for most of his teammates so he wanted it to be special.

Zack, Evan and Shawn spared no expense this Saturday night. Zack was going to be worth millions in a month or two after Max negotiated his contract. Evan and even third round pick Shawn would be worth over a million dollars shortly too. Kelly and I helped Shawn direct the caterers when they came with the food for the party.

Zack, Leigh Ann and Evan took care of stocking the bar for the party. They put champagne on ice for later in the evening. Zack bought fine imported and premium beers for the night. He teased me about my expensive taste when he put the Troegs Amber Ale out.

This was the finest party Zack threw all year. The caterer's food was phenomenal, so much better than our usual chips, pretzels and nachos. The music and company was excellent.

Tanner Riggs was a little put out when he found out Chip and I were going to spend the summer together practicing every day. I offered to see if I could get him a job at the pool with us but he passed when I told him how little we were earning. Chip and I talked Christian into coming to camp for a week as a leader when his troop came to camp.

Chip and I teased Jay he should join us at camp too. He demurred. He was taking a couple classes during the summer semester so he could stay on campus, rehab and work out at the Lasch Building. It probably was best for him. He had a lot of work to do in July when he was cleared to train again.

The booze flowed freely and was top notch quality. I tried to limit myself to three of the big bottles of amber ale. The night was hot and the cold beer quenched me. I broke down and had a fourth bottle.

Around ten o'clock Zack called for everyone's attention. He broke out the bottles of champagne. We toasted to the success of our three hosts. We also toasted to the success of the seven graduating teammates that were attending NFL mini-camps this weekend. I reported that the Philadelphia Inquirer reporters said the coaches had been impressed with Cuch's play so far. They reported that Cuch would make a nice addition to the Eagles' secondary.

Evan turned the music back on after the toasts and speeches. The crowd got down to other business – pairing off and making out. It didn't take Kelly long to get my motor revved up. It was close to eleven when I suggested that we head out. We stopped to thank Zack for his hospitality before we left.

I was very horny and ready to ravish my lady as we walked back towards Pollock dorms. Kelly and I were a little drunk, but not too drunk for fun. I leered lasciviously to my girl and suggested, "Next stop third floor, Beaver Hall – licking, sucking and fu..."

"Not so fast, loverboy," Kelly interjected. "We promised Cam and Joel we would stop by Omega Chi tonight. We can't miss their party."

"Sure we can," I replied. Kelly swatted away my hand as I tried to grope her.

"Behave yourself," Kelly said as she deflected my hand. "Turn your libido down a few notches for now. There will be time for that later tonight. Omega Chi always throws a hell of a party. We'll have fun."

I accepted my lover's suggestion. Another hour's wait wouldn't hurt. We headed downtown to the frat house. Thankfully my erection subsided as we walked there. Cole Sellers, the fraternity president, welcomed us warmly.

Kelly and I headed for the bar. I went for a soda but she handed me a beer instead. I downed the cold beverage. It felt great on that hot night. Kelly and I mingled with the brothers and sisters at the party. The crowd seemed to enjoy the stories I told about Zack, Evan and Shawn's baptisms in the NFL earlier in the week. Cole especially enjoyed my hearing about Shawn's meeting Tom Brady and Randy Moss. He was a huge Patriots fan. Cole made sure the beers kept coming for Kelly and me.

I don't remember a whole lot more about our evening at the frat. Things started to blur around midnight. I know we talked and drank more. I think Kelly and I danced some. I'm not sure.

The next memory I have is getting shaken awake. I tried to crack my eyes open. They were half crusted shut. I felt a heavy weight on my chest and a fierce throbbing in my head. I pried my eyes open only to get blinded by brilliant sunlight.

"Ooohhh..." I moaned. The weight on my chest, which turned out to be Kelly, shifted. Kelly let out a low groan too.

"Kyle, Kelly – are you OK?" Bill asked. I recognized the voice as belonging to Bill Johnson, a junior I knew slightly at the frat.

"Oooohhh ... what a night," I groaned. I pulled my left arm out from under Kelly and shielded my eyes from the blinding sunlight. "What time is it?"

"It's after eleven o'clock," Bill replied. "Do you guys need anything?"

"No, just a little time to wake up," I answered.

"Where are we, Kyle?" Kelly moaned.

"We're still at the frat," I replied.

Kelly and I needed a few minutes to pull ourselves together. We were sprawled on a couch in the main downstairs room of Omega Chi.

"Let me know if you need anything," Bill said politely when we were more alert. The sound of his voice fluttered my ear drums. It felt like they were connected to ice picks that led straight to the center of my brain. I shuddered from the pain. After a few more minutes I helped Kelly up and we dragged our beat, tired bodies back to campus.

I've been drunk plenty of times in my life but this was the worst. Every step back to campus sent waves of pain up my spine. The bright Sunday morning sunlight was roasting my eyeballs. Passing traffic on the streets sounded like 747s taking off.

My tongue was swollen from dehydration. My mouth felt like it was filled with cat fur – wet cat fur that tasted sickening. I don't know how the two of us made it back to Pollock Dorms without keeling over from the pain and agony. I escorted Kelly the elevator in Beaver Hall and then headed back to Hartranft.

Aspirin, water and a hot shower barely dented my hangover. I felt like I needed to curl up in the fetal position on my bed and die. That would have put me out of my agony. Of course that didn't happen. I needed to man up and bull my way through the agony.

It was a quarter to one when I finally felt ready to face the world. I gave Kelly a call to meet me at the dining hall. Thankfully most of the thousands of student who ate at the dining hall had brunch already. The room was quiet and nearly empty. Kelly and I grabbed a couple things from the food line and settled down at an empty table. We picked at our food, neither of us really having much appetite. We grabbed a newspaper downstairs and headed back to my room. We spent an hour quietly reading. Slowly our pain subsided. Kelly handed me the last section of the newspaper as she finished it.

"You know, Kelly," I remarked. "We should have skipped the party at Omega Chi. We got totally trashed."

"Nnnooooo!" Kelly replied. "The guys at Omega Chi have been so good to us this year we HAD to go. The dinner dance, the help with the Thon, the parties – we HAD to go to their party. Last night was the final party this year. Campus will be deserted next Saturday night."

"The guys at Omega Chi have been good to us," I agreed. " ... but we could have made love last night and slept in a comfortable bed if we skipped the party. I'd much rather spend time alone with you than with the guys at the frat."

"We had an obligation to our friends at the frat," Kelly replied. "Anyway, Damian's gone. We could put a hanger on the door and I could make it up to you now." Kelly slid her arm around me and snuggled up against my body.

"Kelly!" I replied sharply. "I HAVE to study for sociology. My final is at 8 am tomorrow morning. I need to do well on this test. I have a real shot at straight A's this semester. I don't want to screw that up."

"Oh, come on, Kyle," Kelly said as she nibbled on my ear. "You'll do fine on your final."

I pulled away. "Kelly, I REALLY NEED TO STUDY!" I said.

Kelly stood and asked, "Do you want me to leave, Kyle?"

"It would be best," I agreed. "Dr. Smith is notorious for ball buster tests. I think I will do better studying undisturbed."

"OK, I'll head back to my room," Kelly responded. "Meet me for dinner at 5:30?"

"You bet, honey," I agreed. "I'll give you a buzz on your cell when I round up our friends on this floor."

"Deal," Kelly replied. She gave me a deep kiss that nearly broke my resolve to study that afternoon. I steeled my nerves and went to studying my sociology notes and book.

I lay down on my stomach on my bed, propped my chest up with my pillow and elbows and started reading. I didn't accomplish as much as I wanted. The aspirin and hydration didn't help as much as usual. My head still throbbed from my hangover and I was sore and tired from sleeping awkwardly on the couch at the frat last night. I fell asleep before I covered the first third of the course outline.

"Hey, roomie..." Damian said as he shook me awake. "You coming to dinner with the rest of us?"

"Yeah," I replied. "What time is it?"

"Twenty after five," Damian said as I crawled out of bed and stretched.

"I'll call Kelly and let the girls know we're coming," I said as I followed Damian out the door.

"Christian already called the girls and they're on the way," Damian replied.

Bev, Cindy, Kelly and Jen joined Trevor, Damian, Billy, Jay, Shawn, G. J. and me for dinner, just like nearly every evening this term. Having the girls eat with us sure beat dinners at the Training Table with just the guys. Kelly and I talked for a couple minutes after dinner. I insisted that I needed alone time to study for my final tomorrow morning. Kelly was lucky that her first final wasn't until late afternoon.

I headed back to my room for my books. I decided my bed was too comfortable to study in. I went to one of the study rooms in the Lasch Building for more quiet and less chance of falling asleep while I read the dry sociology text.

My tiredness and throbbing headache weren't conducive to studying. I tried for three hours, slowly working my way through the text and my notes. I couldn't concentrate and I had to go over each concept repeatedly for it to seep through the fuzz clouding my brain.

I was about two thirds of the way through the course outline when I gave up. It was around a quarter to ten. I was miserable, distracted and dog tired. I decided the best thing I could do for myself was to go to bed and get proper rest. I would be better prepared to take the final rested and refreshed than if I tried to cram the rest of the course material into my poor tired brain. I was guaranteed to do a bad job on the final if I showed up feeling worse than I did now.

I went straight to bed when I got back to my room. Damian graciously moved down to our floor's study room so I could sleep. I had the best roommate around.

I had a mild headache at a quarter to seven when my alarm woke me. I took two aspirin and headed across the hall for a shower. I was feeling pretty good by the time I finished my breakfast at Pollock Commons. I could handle Dr. Smith's final. Still, I wish I had time to review the last few weeks' material.

Dr. Smith told us the final would be comprehensive and cover the whole course. The first couple pages of questions did. The remaining ten pages of questions were all from the last three weeks of the course. Dr. Smith's reputation as a ball buster was certainly well earned. I wracked my brain trying answer all the questions in the hour and fifty minutes allotted to us.

Normally I am very good at taking tests but not that morning. My spirits sagged lower and lower as the clock ticked towards 9:50 and the end of this horrible final. I knew I wouldn't flunk the final or the course but my hopes of an A were gone. I finished the last question a few minutes before dismissal. I started through rereading questions and checking my answers to make sure I didn't make any blunders. I'd only checked the first ten questions when the proctor called time.

I handed in my test and plodded outside wearily. This test had drained me completely. The exam was in the Willard Building. Kelly was probably still sleeping. I decided to soothe my addled brain with some comfort food – mint chocolate chip ice cream from the Creamery. I walked up the mall to the Pattee Library and then followed the walkway around the Paterno Library to Shortlidge Avenue.

How had I let this happen? I was confident that I did very well on the first third of the exam – the material I had time to study. The rest? I was real worried about it. Why had I drunk so much Saturday night? I KNEW I would have done well on the test if I hadn't been so worn out and hung over yesterday. Why had I been so stupid?

I picked up a dish of my favorite ice cream and went outside and had a seat at the wall. The treat did improve my state of mind a little. Still, I went over the sequence of events that had led to my blowing this final. I got roaring drunk and passed out at a frat party – that was why I wasn't prepared for this exam.

I reflected on my rather checkered college career. Time after time I screwed things up with my drinking. I cheated on and broke up with Penny because I was drunk. I risked pregnancy and STD's sleeping around with girls when I was drunk. I'd agreed to three-ways with Jen and Kelly when I was drunk. I liked Jen but didn't love her. I risked this great relationship I had with Kelly because I drank too much.

Mark had fucked me up the ass when I was drunk. When would I learn? All the bad things that had happened to me at college happened when I drank too much.

I could have had one or two beers and had fun on Saturday night with my teammates. I could have had another beer at the frat and enjoyed myself there too. Kelly and I could have gone back to her room and made love that evening. Both of us would have been well rested on Sunday. I could have studied all afternoon and evening for sociology and have been well prepared for the final.

Why was I so dense about my drinking? I sat outside pondering that question long after I finished my mid-morning snack. I resolved that Kelly and I MUST curb our drinking. My success and standing on the football field and our academic success required us to act responsibly.

I headed catty-cornered across the intersection of Shortlidge and Porter streets and stopped in at Mr. Coleman's office in the Natatorium. He gave me my final paycheck for the spring. He made me promise to help out next August with the freshman swim tests. We wished each other good summers.

I felt better as I walked down Porter Road to my room. I may have blown my A in sociology but I did have a game plan for correcting the problem. I hated to admit that Mom and Dad were right about drinking. A little is OK but don't get carried away. It could really screw up your life. Mom was divorced with a year old kid at nineteen. I guess Mom had learned this lesson the hard way.

I gave Kelly a call at a quarter to twelve to go to lunch. We met at the bottom of the steps to the dining hall. Kelly greeted me with a kiss and hug.

"How was your final, honey?" she asked sweetly.

"Horrible," I answered. "I was so wiped out yesterday that I crashed at a quarter to ten last night. I didn't get through all my notes. Guess what topics Dr. Smith used for 70% of the questions?"

"The part you didn't study," I astute girlfriend replied.

"I can kiss an A in that course good bye," I said as we headed upstairs to the dining area. "I just hope this final doesn't drag my grade down to a C for the semester."

We went through the line for our food and found an empty table where we could talk.

"Boy, I wish we had skipped Omega Chi's party Saturday night," I said. "I probably would have been able to finish study for sociology if I wasn't so tired and hung over yesterday."

"WHAT?" Kelly responded sharply. "Don't go blaming me for you not being prepared for your final."

"No ... No, that isn't what I'm saying." I stared at Kelly in shock from her response. Her eyes flashed as she glared at me. "I'm just saying I would have been able to study better if I had spent the night in a comfortable bed with you instead of sprawled half on a couch at the frat house."

"I am glad we went to Omega Chi's party," Kelly replied. "We needed to see our friends to say thanks. They have been very generous to us this year."

I changed the subject. I wasn't sure why but Kelly wasn't receptive to my discussing our drinking. I offered to help her study for Poly Sci final later in the afternoon.

"I won't be harming your studying for tomorrow's history final, will I?" Kelly asked.

I chuckled and answered, "I've been studying for the Civil War history final for ten years. I can spare time to help you this afternoon."

"That would be sweet of you, Kyle," Kelly agreed.

"Do you want to go out to dinner after your final tonight?" I asked. "I got paid today. We can go downtown, enjoy some good food and unwind after today."

"That sounds like fun," Kelly agreed.

Kelly and I talked about our plans for the rest of the week and for her trip in to Lancaster County in a couple weeks. We would be together in two weeks for a long weekend when she came in to join my family at a Phillies game as Chase Utley's guests. We would be apart for four weeks and then have another long weekend at Zack's wedding. Kelly planned to come east again at the end of July before I came back for football camp. We would be apart three weeks until she returned to campus for fall classes. Both Kelly and I thought we could handle our separations over the course of the summer with this many chances to see each other before the next school year.

We went back to Kelly's room after lunch and spent three hours reviewing notes from Poly Sci. I told Kelly as much as I could remember from last semester's final for the course. I had Dr. Hewitt last semester and Kelly had Dr. Armstrong this semester but the course and final couldn't be too different. Kelly felt confident as I walked her to Forestry Resources Building. I went back to Pollock Commons and grabbed a dessert from the dinner line as a snack to tide me over until I met Kelly at 6:30 that evening.

I headed over to the Lasch Building and did my daily workout. I thought about Kelly's reaction when I tried to talk about our binge drinking Saturday night as I worked the weights. I had to find a way to talk to Kelly about cutting our drinking back so we didn't get so wasted in the future. I couldn't keep going the way I had been. Too much was at stake for me to keep it up. Guaranteed I would end up embarrassing myself, my parents, my team and the university if I didn't get things under control.

I decided to broach the subject with Kelly again while we had dessert this evening. Hopefully her final would go well and she would be in a mellow mood after a nice dinner.

I headed back to my room after my workout and spent time studying for Thursday's geography final. Damian and my other friends on the floor were surprised when I didn't go to supper with them until I explained about taking my girl downtown for a fancy dinner instead.

I headed up to the Forestry Services Building around 6:15 pm. Kelly used the full hour and fifty minutes of the final period for her Poly Sci final. She met me out front at 6:35.

"How'd it go?" I asked as I gave her a kiss and hug.

"You were a life saver, Kyle," Kelly answered. "You asked me the perfect questions this afternoon when you reviewed things with me. Every single thing you reviewed was on the test."

I gave her a wink and said, "Gee ... you'd almost think that I should be teaching politics and history."

"Let's just say I'm very grateful for your help," Kelly responded. " ... and you definitely are on the right career path."

"I'm glad you approve," I replied. "What do you think of going to Spats tonight? Does that sound good?"

"Spats?" Kelly said. "Wow, you're really trying to impress me."

"No, I just think you deserve a good meal after working hard for your final."

The two of us walked across campus holding hands. We stopped briefly at Kelly's room to drop off her backpack of books and then headed down the hill to College Avenue. Spats wasn't busy when we arrived. The waitress was able to seat us immediately.

Kelly picked out the Creamy Mozzarella Brushetta and I chose Scallop and Mushroom Sausage with a potato pancake for our Tapas. We shared our small plates with each other as we speculated about what questions Dr. Barnes would put on tomorrow morning's Civil War final.

Kelly's Pan Fried Salmon and my Chicken and Shrimp on Cornbread Stuffing arrived twenty minutes later. We shared a little of our dinners with each other. The food was wonderful – as always. Both of us decided to try Spats' Apple Crisp with Ice Cream.

"Kelly, did you enjoy our dinner?" I asked sweetly as we pushed away the empty dishes that held our desserts.

"It was wonderful," Kelly answered. "I'm glad we came here. I love eating at Spats."

"I'm glad you enjoyed dinner and that your final was so easy," I said. "I wanted to have some 'alone time' with you – just you. There is something serious I want to talk to you about." Kelly smiled and leaned closer to me. I steeled my nerve and continued. "It's our drinking."

Kelly pulled away and tensed immediately. "I know you don't want to talk about this but I think we need to," I said. "We've been drinking a lot at parties lately. We need to watch ourselves. We are getting out of hand when we end up passing out and spending the night at a frat house."

"That was just the one time," Kelly insisted.

"How many Sunday mornings have we woken up on Zack's couch?" I asked. "Too many. Zack, Anders, Evan – all my close friends among the seniors are telling me that we are out of hand. Aidan Nagy, Alex Majerowicz and Max Rosen will be seniors next year. You would expect them to be grabbing the starting wideout spots on the team. Instead Aidan and Alex are third string and Max was kicked off the team. All of it was for drinking. I can't let something like that happen to me."

Kelly gave me a cold stare and said, "You keep saying 'we need to stop drinking' and all you give me are reasons you need to stop. I enjoy the parties. This is the time in my life when I get to be a little crazy. I don't see any harm in what we are doing."

"Do you remember two weeks ago?" I asked. "I limited myself to three beers that night. You acted pretty wild that evening after you had too much. The way you acted embarrassed Zack and his roommates. After I helped you back to your room that night we tried to make love. You passed out in the middle of it. Does that sound like healthy behavior?"