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December 21st

The flight down to Orlando wasn’t too bad. We were wheels down at 12:02 that afternoon. Three coach buses hauled us across town to the Peabody Orlando Hotel, our home for the next two weeks. The hotel staff let us stack our bags in one end of the banquet room and get lunch before we checked into our rooms.

Coach put Trevor and me together, the same as earlier in the year. Damian was put in the adjoining room with ET LeBlanc, Bob Smith’s normal roommate. That suited the two running backs just fine.

The coaches had groups of players go down to the weight room to meet with the trainers in the afternoon to review what workouts we should do while we prepared for our game. Otherwise we had time to relax and explore in and around the hotel.

Trevor, Chip, Matt Frye, Damian, ET and I ended our afternoon in the outdoor whirlpool. It was a great way to unwind after the afternoon’s workout. The team met in the team banquet hall at six o’clock for dinner. The hotel’s food was quite tasty.

Coach Burton reviewed the team’s policies and expectations while we were here in Orlando. Any disciplinary problems would be dealt with simply. Coach would stick you on a plane home at your own expense. We were here representing Penn State and our hundreds of thousands of students and alumni.

We would have two a day practices tomorrow and Friday at the Dr. Phillips High School a few miles from our hotel. We would practice Saturday morning and have a scrimmage after lunch. Everyone groaned at the mention of two-a-days.

We had Christmas Eve evening and Christmas day off. Next week we would have morning practices and then sightseeing trips in the afternoons. Our itinerary included Disney World, Universal Studio’s theme park, Seaworld and the Cape Kennedy Space Center.

Coach Burton’s final announcement was the best. The Capital One Bowl had gifts for every player on each team. They were giving each of us a $500 gift card to Best Buy. All of us were stunned. We had gotten gifts from the Rose Bowl, but nothing like this. Trevor, Chip, Damian and I exchanged glances. We were really going to outfit our apartment now.

After the meeting was over Trevor and I rounded up selected players for a private meeting in our room. We invited Damian, Chip, Christian, Josh Bruno and Shawn Byrd to discuss how we could help Tyler Madden, Jibril Sloan and Andrew Perkins prepare our team for the final game of the season. Trevor and I echoed Chip’s theme from earlier in the month. This game wasn’t the final one for this season. It was the first game of the year.

Our team had a decent, though not a good season. We finished third in the Big Ten and finished out of the top ten teams in the nation. We broke in a lot of younger players to new starting positions. We had a good quarterback at the helm. We had an excellent receiving corps, stronger than any time since I arrived at Penn State. We had an excellent tailback with capable backups for him. Our offensive line had come together this season.

Our defensive line was sound. Trevor was recognized as one of the best defensive ends in the nation. Josh, Brendan and Jarrell were excellent linebackers. Shawn and the rest of the secondary were ready to be spectacular.

All of us agreed that next season we should contend for a championship. This game would set the tone for the rest of the year. We wanted to do more than simply beat Tennessee. We wanted to let the rest of the BCS teams know that we planned to take the championship next season. That would be our goal. The group sitting in my room needed to convey that message and that goal to the rest of the team.

Trevor, Chip and I met with Tyler, Jibril and Andrew after the first meeting. My friends and I went over our plan with the three captains. All three agreed that it was a good motivating tool for the team. Tyler promised he would get the other seniors aboard with the plan. After all, they had been members, albeit extremely junior members, of the last national championship team. It was time for them to pay back our team for the ride they had three years ago.

The coaches scheduled breakfast for 7:30 each morning. We dressed and then boarded buses to our practice field at 8:30 am. The first two days we dressed at our hotel and practiced without pads. On Saturday after the high school students went on holiday break we would be able to use the locker room in the high school to change and shower.

We were using the Dr. Phillips High School for the duration of our stay in Orlando. They school was ten minutes away by bus. The school was on a large, well kept campus. The buses pulled up beside their stadium. The sign said “William Spoone Stadium.” It looked like it would seat 5-6000 people. The school was across the highway from Universal Studio’s theme park. You could just barely see the top of one of the roller coasters from the football field.

The captains and the junior leaders that met in my room last night made sure that the whole team got the word on our goal for the year as we practiced. Everyone bought into it. Guys practiced hard and were enthusiastic during practice.

After morning practice was over Christian and Tanner took me aside.

“Coach, are you planning to host a thank you dinner for the return teams again?” Christian asked.

“I talked with Coach Ferguson last week,” I replied. “I was planning to take them to dinner on the 28th.”

“We had more returns than you did this year,” Tanner said.

“If it is all right with you, Tanner and I would like to help host the dinner this year,” Christian continued. “Of course we would help pay the bill too.”

“That’s cool, guys,” I agreed. “I’d be happy to have you help host the dinner.”

“Have you picked out a restaurant yet?” Tanner asked. “How did you find those great places other years?”

“It wasn’t anything complicated,” I explained. “I just go on line and check out the restaurant reviews. Do you guys want to get together after we are done this evening and look for a place to take the guys?”

“Sure, that sounds good, Coach,” Tanner agreed.

“We’ll come over to your room after the position meetings are finished, Coach,” Christian added.

We had lunch at the hotel after we cleaned up from our morning practice. Coach Adams met with the offense for an hour after lunch to review our game plan and Tennessee’s tendencies. The buses took us back to us back to Dr. Phillips for afternoon practice. We did more conditioning and drilled on our fundamentals in the afternoon. Some of the high school kids hung out along the edge of the field to watch after school let out. I ended up giving half a dozen autographs before I got on the bus back to our hotel.

Some of us took advantage of the hour of free time before dinner to go down to the whirlpool and relax for awhile. Dinner was at the hotel. Anders ran the wide receiver film study session after dinner. Coach Adams popped in occasionally to help and to answer questions.

We anticipated Tennessee would try press coverage on us early in the game. Football coaches are fundamentally conservative. Michigan State, the last team to beat us, did that so it must be the way to handle our team. We would be ready for them. Anders had drilled us on how to beat press coverage since we lost to the Spartans. We would make Tennessee sorry if they tried it.

Tanner and Christian followed me back to my room. Damian came along when he heard we were Googling local restaurants. He would be a help finding the right place to take the special teams. We spent about forty-five minutes reviewing possible destinations. We narrowed the choices down to the Palm Restaurant, an excellent steakhouse; Fresco Cucina Italiana, an authentic Italian eatery; Chatham Place Restaurant; and Roy’s Restaurant Orlando, a Hawaiian fusion seafood restaurant.

The menus at all four restaurants made us drool. The Chatham Place menu looked fantastic but was a little pricy for us. We had done Italian before so we passed on Fresco Cucina. Tanner thought the steak at the Palm sounded best. I liked the seafood theme at Roy’s.

Damian talked about the kind of food chef Roy Yamaguchi prepared. Christian was sold on it. We brought Tanner around when we reminded him that Roy’s offered a price fixe menu for banquet groups. We would be able to get appetizer, entrée and dessert for $35 a person.

We went through the guest list and came up with twenty-four players and coaches to invite. We invited Damian to come along even though he didn’t play special teams anymore. He passed since he and Chip had made other plans for the evening. I called Roy’s and made reservations for 6:30 pm on December 28th. They would set up a private banquet room for our group.

Friday ran similar to Thursday – breakfast, morning practice of conditioning and fundamentals drills, lunch, film study and then back to Dr. Phillips for more practice. The coaches had us run plays in the afternoon. The emphasis was on route running and blocking assignments for the offense. The coaches wanted us to play smart in the bowl game.

We had another team meeting after dinner at the hotel. Trevor and I headed upstairs to our room after the meetings were over. My cell phone rang a couple minutes after we reached our room. It was Dad.

“Hey, Dad, what’s up?” I asked as I answered my phone.

“Everyone wanted to know how your stay in sunny Florida is going,” Dad said. “We had a sleet storm last night up here. Driving was a mess this morning.”

“I know how you feel, Dad,” I teased. “It’s been cold down here to. The high today didn’t go over seventy. It’s been tough.”

“Don’t rub it in,” Dad replied. “I suppose you enjoyed sun too.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I had to put on sun block and wear my shades today. The bright blue sky and tropical sun are brutal.”

“Enough weather chit chat,” Dad said. “ ... way more than enough. I called to let you know your grades arrived today.”

“How’d I do?” I asked. I gave Dad permission to open my mail while I was away. “Did I get my straight A’s?”

“Sorry, no,” Dad answered.

“It was that damn anthropology final,” I said. “What are my grades?”

“Anthropology 45 – B+, Geography 15 – A, Geography 115 – A, History 163 – A+, Teaching Secondary Social Studies I – A+,” Dad said. “Your grade point average was 3.80 for this semester. Your cumulative GPA at Penn State is 3.63. That’s not too shabby.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I agreed. “I was really hoping for straight A’s this semester.”

“You’ll have to settle for this...” Dad said. “ ... and for making All-American.”

Dad and I talked for a few more minutes. I related what was happening with the team. I told him about Christian and Tanner offering to help pay for the special team’s dinner. That probably saved me (him) close to $500. I had Dad give my best wishes to everyone. He promised to give each of the boys a plane ride for me.

Dad offered to call me Christmas morning so I could be part of the gift opening. Connor and Noah understood the concept of ‘Santa C’aus,’ though Hunter didn’t yet. They knew the jolly old elf was going to bring them lots of new toys. They couldn’t wait. I said I would call in the afternoon when our grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins were at the house.

We moved our gear into the Dr. Phillips High School locker room Saturday morning. The school had thoughtfully decorated the locker room with blue and white streamers along with a “Go Penn State” poster on the bulletin board in the locker room. The people at this school were excellent hosts.

The pads and helmets came out. We got back to hitting in our morning practice. We had lunch at our hotel and then met with our coordinator to review the plans for the scrimmage. We headed back to the high school around 1:30 that afternoon.

We spent a good part of the scrimmage working on running plays and run blocking. We planned to test Tennessee’s so-so run defense hard. Damian, Wyatt and Charlie got the bulk of the carries in the scrimmage.

Part way through the scrimmage on a third down and seven yards to go play our defense lined up for press coverage. This was one of the defensive looks that we had worked up silent play changes. Chip saw the look, recognized it and gave Christian the head nod. Christian acknowledged the look and nodded back to Chip.

Shawn Byrd tried to chuck me as I came across the line of scrimmage at the snap. I side stepped him and took off ten yards down the field. I turned like it was a hitch route. Shawn cut in front of me, looking to intercept or block the pass. Chip did a pump fake that suckered Shawn into committing to the fake hitch route. The pump fake also pulled Tyler Madden up to assist with the tackle in case Shawn missed on the interception.

I sprinted downfield as soon as my friends were committed. I flew by Tyler as he tried to change direction, much too late. Chip hit me thirty yards down field. I sprinted away from Shawn and Tyler and headed for the end zone. Coach Adams blew the play dead before I got that far.

“Damn, Coach!” Shawn groused as we trotted back to the line of scrimmage. “We don’t run that route from that formation. Where in the hell did that come from?”

Grinning, I replied, “We do now.”

“You better do it that well against Tennessee,” Shawn said. “I know what you can do and I still couldn’t stop you. That play is going to kill them.”

“That’s the idea,” I agreed.

Coach Adams debriefed Chip, Christian and me when the scrimmage was over. He was pleased with that play. The other two silent play changes hadn’t come up but Coach gave us permission to continue with them next week and during the bowl game.

The coaches had us dress in coat and tie for dinner. The hotel put out a really nice Christmas Eve buffet for us. We enjoyed the food. About half the Protestants on our team had to hurry after dinner. A bus was hauling us up the road to the River of Life Presbyterian Church for 7:00 pm Christmas Eve services. The Catholics and Baptists had an hour to wait until their services.

About fifteen of us went to the services at River of Life. This church was much newer than the ones we had gone to out in Los Angeles last year and the year before. The church was nice but wasn’t as historic as those churches. That made sense. Much of Orlando had grown up in the last thirty or forty years since Disney and Universal came to town and made Orlando a tourist destination.

The candlelight services were nice. Pastor Holliday gave an excellent sermon. Christmas hymns always move me. The pastor specifically welcomed us “Penn State football players” to the service. The congregation had no trouble picking us out. They were friendly and welcoming.

We got back to the hotel around 8:30. Trevor, Damian, Chip and I had all gone to the same service. We decided a dip in the whirlpool would feel good. When we had steeped long enough we headed upstairs to dry off and change into casual clothes. The four of us went back to the ground floor to one of the lounges. Damian and Trevor had beers. Chip and I settled for Cokes. Sigh – I have six and a half months to go before I’m legal.

Coach Burton arranged for a continental breakfast from 8:00 to 9:00 am on Christmas morning for anyone interested. I doubt anyone other than Christian and G. J. made it to that meal. Brunch was from 11:30 am to 1:00 pm. Trevor and I were awake in time for brunch.

Trevor and I made a point of sitting down with Brian Henson and his roommate Chris Richardson. Brian and Chris asked us about how this trip compared to our previous bowl trips. Trevor and I talked about the Rose Bowl trips.

I had a purpose for sitting with Brian. With his speed and nose for the football Brian as going to be a star on our team – probably sooner than later. I needed to show him the responsibilities that come with being a star on the team the way Zack had with me.

“Are you going on the hospital visit this afternoon?” I asked casually.

“I don’t know,” Brian answered. “I was thinking about relaxing at the pool and hanging with my buddies.”

“You know Coach Burton and Coach Adams have high expectations for you?” I responded. Brian nodded agreement. “You have more receptions, yards and TDs than any other freshman or sophomore. The coaches see you as a potential star on the team.”

“I hope they’re right,” Brian said. “I’m working as hard as I can to do well.”

“I know you are,” I said. “Have you heard the saying, ‘To those whom much is given, much is expected?’ That’s you. You should come along on the hospital visit.”

“I don’t care much for hospitals,” Brian replied. “It’s depressing to see sick kids.”

“It is to an extent,” I agreed. “It hurts at first when you see these bald kids who have cancer. Then you see the smiles your visit brings as you talk with them and give them gifts. You get the chance to do something nice for kids when everything else in their life sucks. You need to be there and be a part of this. Zack Hayes got on my case two years ago to do this. Zack was right. You need to be there, Brian.”

“It is a good thing,” Trevor added.

“What do you do?” Brian asked.

“Mike Pollard will play Santa Claus for the kids,” I explained. “The athletic department has presents ready to give to the kids. We sit and talk with them a little bit. We sing some Christmas carols with them.”

“I guess I can go,” Brian said.

“You won’t be sorry,” I said. “I was dubious about this the first year. I wouldn’t miss it even if Coach Burton didn’t ask me to participate.”

I called my family after lunch and talked with most of my family over the duration of the fifteen minute call. The twins loved the footballs I gave them. Hunter “talked” with me for a minute. He recognized me but called me Unka Ky instead of Kyle. Someday he’ll understand the difference between uncles and brothers. I wished my whole family a Merry Christmas.

Brian was outside the hotel at one o’clock when the van left for the hospital. I was proud of my protégé. Mike Pollard showed up in the Santa costume. The big, 6’-7”, 340 pounds defensive tackle made an impressive Santa Claus. We took I-4 north from our hotel into the middle of downtown Orlando. The van pulled in at the Arnold Palmer Hospital for Children.

Mike’s version of Santa Claus was a big hit with the younger children. We handed out presents to the kids. We spent some time talking with them. A couple of them stood out as we visited. Tony, a twelve year old fighting off leukemia and Phillip, a thirteen year old recovering from knee surgery, were big football fans. They got to be friends yesterday after Phillip came out of surgery and was put in the same room as Tony.

They talked and found their shared passion for football, particularly Gators football. Phillip was wearing his Gators T-shirt when Chip and I met him.

Tony asked, “What positions do you guys play?”

“I play wide receiver,” I answered.

“I’m the Lions’ quarterback,” Chip added.

“I read you’re supposed to be pretty good,” Phillip commented. “I don’t know if you’re as good as my favorite, Ed Fritz. He is the best around. He is the reason my Gators are playing for the national championship this year.”

“I agree completely,” I said. “I’ll be cheering for the Gators on January 5th just like you guys. Ed Fritz is a close friend of mine.”

“You know him?” Tony asked incredulously.

“Sure, we grew up together,” I replied. “Ed lives two doors down from me. Who do you think was catching all those passes Ed threw when he was young and learning how to be a quarterback?”

“You?” Phillip asked.

“Me,” I confirmed.

“Do you know Ed too?” Phillip asked Chip.

“Sure, Ed, Kyle and I worked out together last summer,” Chip said. “All of us worked at a scout camp. We practiced together every day.”

Chip and I spent about ten minutes talking about Ed and Gator football with the two boys. Our driver indicated that it was almost time for us to wrap up our visit.

I asked Phillip, “What did you do to your knee?”

“About a month ago when we were playing soccer in gym class I got tangled up with one of the guys,” Phillip answered. “I tore my an ... anterior cru ... something or other.”

“Anterior cruciate ligament,” I corrected.

“Yeah that’s it,” Phillip said. I rolled up my left pant leg to expose my knee.

“I bet you have incisions here, here and here,” I said as I pointed at my scares around my knee.

“Yeah, exactly like them,” Phillip said.

“I tore mine in high school during a football game,” I said. “I got tangled up with him.” I pointed across the room at Christian. “Work hard at rehab. Do what the doctors and trainers tell you. You can come out of this as good as new. I did.”

“I’ll do my best, Kyle,” Phillip agreed. “Thanks for visiting today.”

My teammates and I headed for the door to leave. One of the fathers got my attention as I was going.

“Thanks for talking with Phillip,” the man said. “He loves sports and has been pretty down since he tore up his knee. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to do the things he loves anymore.”

“Believe me, I know that feeling,” I replied. “That’s where I was four years ago.”

“I think your visit will inspire him,” the father added. “The doctor says he has a lot of work to do to rehabilitate his knee. This may be the inspiration he needs to get back on the playing field.”

“I hope it works out for Phillip,” I said. “I enjoyed talking with him this afternoon. If you give me your name and address, I will see if I can get Ed Fritz to send Phillip an autograph.”

“That would be wonderful,” Phillip’s father said. He wrote down their name and address. I promised to send the request off to Ed that evening.

Our group loaded up in the van for the trip back to our hotel. Brian Henson sat next to me on the trip back.

“I’m glad you talked me into going Coach,” Brian said. “It was cool meeting with those kids. I’ll make sure I do this again next year.”

“That’s good, Brian,” I agreed. “I’m glad you came.”

I gave Ed Fritz a call as we were riding back to the hotel. I relayed the autograph request to him. Ed not only would send the autograph, but he promised to call Phillip that evening at the hospital to wish him a Merry Christmas. Ed was enjoying being a hero to the Gators fans instead of being the goat.

Everyone put on dress clothes for our dinner, less jackets. The team assembled in one of the banquet rooms at six pm sharp. The hotel staff served our Christmas dinner as a sit down meal instead of the usual buffet line. They started off with an appetizer of sliced tomatoes and mozzarella over a plate of greens drizzled with a balsamic vinaigrette.

Our main course was a small beef filet and a chicken breast served with fingerling potato hash and baby vegetables. The hotel had key lime pie, cheesecake or tiramisu for dessert. They did an excellent job with the meal.

While the dishes were cleared Andrew Perkins and Jibril Sloan went around the room, lighting candles for our Christmas celebration. The hotel staff dimmed the lights. Tyler Madden called for quiet. Earlier he had asked Christian and me to read from the Gospel according to Luke to tell the Christmas story. My friend and I took turns reading from the Bible.

We sang “Oh Little Star of Bethlehem” and “Silent Night.” G. J. DeLuca concluded our service with a prayer. The lights came on again when G. J. concluded the prayer.

Michael Pollard came in the room dressed as Santa pushing a luggage cart full of wrapped presents. Jibril Sloan and Max Rosen followed pushing more luggage carts loaded with presents for the team. Max and Jibril were dressed as elves. They even wore elf ears.

Santa Mike started distributing gifts to the players. He waited for each recipient to open their gift before moving on to the next gag gift. Some of the gags had been done previous years. Some were new. One of the better ones was the set of bicycle training wheels Glenn Korbel gave Jon Stafford. The note said it was “to help him keep his balance next season while he backed up Chip and to keep him steady and level the following season in case he earned the starter’s position.

Everyone had a good laugh when Ben Walker opened my gift to him. He held up the tent-sized T-shirt so everyone could see the “I Beat Anorexia” slogan on the front.

Mike placed three packages in front of me. “The directions say you should open the smallest one first Coach,” Mike said as he handed over the packages.

I opened the box to find a garish fluorescent green plastic whistle the size of a lime. “Give it a try Coach,” half a dozen of my teammates yelled. I tried it. The whistle worked. “Put it on,” more friends yelled when I set it on the table before opening the next larger box. I put the lanyard around my neck and let the big whistle dangle.

I found a blue Penn State visor with white stitching across the brim. It said “Coach.” I modeled the visor to the cheers of my friends and teammates. I opened up the largest box to find a clipboard. I took the clipboard in my left hand, turned to John Crosby, my benefactor.

A couple guys yelled out to me. “It fits you, Coach” “It’s about time you were properly equipped, Coach” The rest of the crowd laughed as I modeled my new attire.

“Thank you, John,” I said as I bowed to him.

“Read the clipboard, Coach,” John called out. “It’s the best part.”

I stared down at the clipboard. John had taken a Penn State University Job Application and filled it out in my name. He had everything correct, right down to my social security number. I laughed out loud.

“John is trying to get me to apply for the vacant coaching position,” I called out to the crowd. John had filled in “Wide Receiver Coach” in position requested spot. The crowd laughed when I told the position.

“Perfect” “You do the job already.” “Turn it in!” came from the crowd.

I walked across the room to Coach Burton’s table. “I guess I turn this into you, Coach,” I said as I handed the application to Coach Burton. “Does the NCAA allow player/coaches?”

“Only if the player/coach is unpaid,” Coach Burton retorted.

“In that case,” I said. “I’ll keep this application for a year until my eligibility is done.”

“I’ll look forward to seeing it when you’re done playing, Coach Martin,” Coach Burton replied.

Santa Mike and his helpers continued delivering gifts. Mike wheeled the cart over to our table and stopped beside Chip.

“Santa has a special delivery present all the way from Green Bay, Wisconsin,” Mike announced as he presented the gift to Chip. I glanced over at Coach Burton. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. I’m sure he wondered, ‘What did Zack do now?’

I caught a glimpse of flesh colored plastic as Chip opened the box. Chip burst out laughing when he looked inside. He reached into the box and pulled out to life size replicas of naked female breasts. The team roared with laughter.

The juniors and seniors on the team knew where these breasts came from. We were there two years ago when Zack received them for Christmas.

“Damn!” Coach Burton growled. “I thought I was rid of those things when Hayes left.”

“Read the card that comes with these for everyone, Chip,” Tyler said.

Chip cleared his throat and began, “Stress relieving breasts. Now that you are the starting quarterback, I thought these would come in handy. Whenever Coach Burton gets on your case, take these bad boys out and give them a squeeze. It helps with all the stress you will experience. See you Monday, Zack”

Chip gave the fake breasts a few squeezes and left them out on our table. Santa Mike continued giving out the gifts. Coach Burton kept glancing back at the stress breasts in plain sight on the table, slowly getting more exasperated.

After a couple more gifts were opened Coach Burton reached the end of his patience. “Brinton, put those things back in their box,” Coach Burton directed. He looked towards the table where Jon Stafford and Bob Huber were seated. “Huber, Stafford, make damn sure those things don’t get handed down anymore. I don’t want to see them at Christmas in a couple years.”

“You got it, Coach” “Yes, Coach” the two future quarterbacks replied.

Chip made a big show of giving the fake breasts a few extra squeezes as he returned them to the gift box. The gift unwrapping continued. Chip leaned over to me and asked, “Do you think Zack and I went too far?”

“No, you’re fine,” I said. “Coach likes to make a big show of disapproving. Didn’t you notice him suppress a smile before he chewed you out? It’s just a show to keep things under control while the team blows off steam.”

“Zack says the same thing in the note with this gift,” Chip agreed. “He told me not to read that part of the note aloud.”

“I guess Zack is planning to come to the game from what he said at the end of the note you read,” I said.

“I know Green Bay has a game on Sunday,” Chip said. “He’s going to have a hell of an evening traveling to get here in time for our game after lunch Monday.”

“Yeah, he will,” I agreed.

We wrapped up our celebration around 7:30 that evening. A bunch of us went back to my room to watch the Sunday night NFL game. The Jets were taking on the Patriots for lead in the AFC East that evening. It was a well fought game. The Jets defense harassed Tom Brady, who wasn’t quite as mobile as he was when he came into the league years ago, and won those Super Bowls.