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I grabbed a copy of the Lincoln Journal Star on my way out of the hotel Sunday morning. I read up on all the college football action Saturday on the bus to the airport. There weren't any upsets among the five teams above us in the national polls. Texas beat UCLA 31-28. That game was closer than expected. Mike Johanson's name didn't make it into the paper. Florida beat UCF easily 45-10. Ed completed 19 of 30 passes for 312 yards and three TDs before he turned the team over to his backup.

Oklahoma easily beat Tulsa. Alabama strangled usually high scoring Houston 35-24. USC did not play yesterday. Our game against Nebraska got prominent play in the paper. The writer praised both offensive and defensive performances of our team in beating a tough foe.

The teams after us in the polls didn't do as well. Boise State lost. Ohio State went down to Miami and laid an egg, losing 24-10 to the Hurricanes. Michigan hosted Oregon State. They lost a close game 30-27.

Notre Dame was the only other team below us in the top ten that won. They hosted Stanford. Jeremy's team beat Stanford 34-30. Jeremy had six tackles. I was going to have to quiz him to see what was up. He usually did better than that from his position in the middle of the Irish's defense. Yesterday's results were going to rearrange the second half of the top ten in the polls.

Georgia Tech, last year's national champion, was off to a rough start. Last week they lost to the Fighting Irish. This week they went up to Virginia Tech and lost to Frank Beamer's Hokies. Three games into the season and their chance of repeating as national champions was done.

Drew McCormick and West Virginia stomped on Maryland yesterday afternoon. Jake Kring's Syracuse Orangemen didn't do as well against Iowa. Jake was sacked five times and threw two picks against a single touchdown. Syracuse lost 24-10 to the Hawkeyes. The talk I had last May with Jake about Iowa didn't seem to help.

The buses dropped us off at the airport. Our flight took off a little after nine am. I settled in an aisle seat. Trevor sat by the window. I started reading for my art history class so I would be ready for the next lecture. Anders Voight came back from the coaches' section up front after we reached altitude.

"Hey Trev, Doc Watson wants to see you up front," Anders explained. I got up to let Trevor get by so he could go see our team doctor. He returned a few minutes later.

"Coach, Doc Watson wants to see you," Trevor said as he arrived at our row of seats. I headed to the first class section of the plane where the coaching staff normally sat.

"AAaaayyee ... What's up, Doc?" I teased, imitating Bugs Bunny. Dr. Richard "Doc" Watson was well liked by me and my teammates. He took excellent care of us. He also didn't mind a little joking either.

"Have a seat, Kyle," Doc said. "I wanted to see how you are doing today."

"OK," I replied as I sat down.

"Have you had any headaches since the game, Kyle?" Doc asked.

"No."

How about dizziness?" Doc asked. I replied in the negative. "How about nausea?"

"No, I had no problem keeping breakfast down," I said.

"I have scheduled you for a neuropsychological exam at 8:00 am tomorrow at the Mt. Nittany Medical Center," Doc said.

"Is that really necessary, Doc?" I asked. "I feel fine. I don't see why this is needed."

"One of the signs of a concussion is irritability," Doc replied. He gave me a big grin to show he was teasing. "Humor me, Kyle. We want to take every possible precaution for your welfare. Yours will be the fourth neuro test we've done this season. Thank God, all the others have been negative. Go, take the tests and let us see that you match your baseline exam we did three years ago when you started here."

"You're the boss, Doc," I agreed. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"You will see a neuropsychologist, not me," Doc said. "Good luck on the test. Call the department if you have any concussion symptoms before tomorrow."

"I'll do that," I agreed. I gave Doc a big grin. "By the way, the three words you wanted me to remember yesterday were Dog ... Tree ... and Sandwich."

"Oh ... right. Very good, Kyle," Doc said. I could tell from the expression on his face that he no longer remembered the words he gave me yesterday. I headed back to my seat further back.

"You're Doc's spy, aren't you?" I said as I sat down and looked over to Trevor.

"You betcha," Trevor agreed.

"Thanks for having my back," I replied. "I'll do the same if you ever get your bell rung."

"I'm counting on it," Trevor said. The two of us went back to our reading.

--oooOooo--

Later Sunday evening I finally got to check out how my brother Andy and his Blue Hens did on Saturday. They beat Duquesne 28-24. Andy had seven catches for 160 yards and two TDs. Andy also had three kick returns for 76 yards.

We found the latest Top 25 polls after dinner. The top ten were: Texas, Florida, Oklahoma, Alabama, Penn State, USC, Miami, Notre Dame, Ohio State and Boise State. The poll voters jumped us ahead of idle USC, thanks to our strong victory over Nebraska. Miami leaped into the top ten with their victory over Ohio State. Notre Dame moved up a couple notches too.

Jeremy North e-mailed me Sunday evening to tease me about putting Mike Kessler on his back. Jeremy teased, "I know how that Nebraska 'backer felt. I'm glad to know you put somebody else on his ass too." He included congratulations on our victory to go with his gibe. I found out from Jeremy's e-mail that he sprained his ankle in the first half of his game and had to sit out the second half. That was why his stats were down. He expected to be ready to go the next week when his team played Michigan State.

My neuropsychological and standardized balance tests were perfectly normal on Monday morning. I was cleared for classes, practice and to play football next Saturday. It was time to get ready for Kent State.

Kent State hadn't had a winning season in the past four years. Our team had played them three times. They had never beaten us. Our challenge this week was to prepare hard and take the Golden Flashes seriously. Any FBS team could beat you if you didn't pay attention to business.

After my history class I went to the Lasch Building to begin studying Kent State. Their stats looked pretty good. They ran a balanced attack, running and passing just about equally last season. Their QB completed 62% of his passes. He threw 14 TDs and 11 interceptions. Their primary running back averaged 4.5 yards a carry. They ranked near the top in the NCAA in rush defense, allowing only 61 yards a game. They also ranked quite low in pass defense. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out our game plan for this week. Chip, Brian, Christian, Bob and I could have excellent days.

The Lasch Building was buzzing with excitement Monday afternoon when I arrived there after classes. The Big Ten announced the division lineup for future years. We were teamed up with Illinois, Indiana, Ohio State, Purdue and Wisconsin. The other division would include Iowa, Michigan, Michigan State, Minnesota, Nebraska and Northwestern. Our team would play each division rival every year along with two teams from the other division.

We would also have a permanent cross division rival we would play every year. Ohio State would play Michigan. We would play Nebraska every year. Oh boy, that would be fun. The other cross division rivals were: Michigan State-Indiana, Iowa-Purdue, Minnesota-Wisconsin and Illinois-Northwestern.

The inclusion of Penn State-Nebraska as one of the cross rivalries drew groans from nearly everyone who read or heard the new division lineup. It wasn't that Nebraska wasn't a worthy opponent. We felt down to our bones that they were. Every member of our team had bruises, scrapes and worse from our encounter with the Huskers two days earlier. It was hard to be enthusiastic that particular day about facing them annually. Our one balm was the knowledge that the Husker players certainly felt the same way as us, but without the comfort of a victory to show for their efforts. We gave as good as we got on Saturday night.

With everyone banged up and hurting, our coaches kept us inside to review and dissect our game against Nebraska. We had a lot of mistakes and miscues to correct before our next game. The coaches unveiled our game plan for Kent State at the end of the afternoon. There were no surprises in it for me. We would run enough to keep The Golden Flashes run defenders home at the line. We planned to bury them with an avalanche of passes to get an early lead.

Practices proceeded through the week with our coaches demanding that we improve our techniques. My teammates worked hard to satisfy the coaches. The drive for perfection was more than would be necessary to beat Kent State. I thought I understood Coach Burton's purpose that week. He wanted us sharp regardless of the quality of our opposition. It would prepare us better for future tough foes while guarding against complacency against Kent State. His attitude and demands made perfect sense to me.

Mom and Dad would be attending my game on Saturday. We made plans for dinner after the game. Andy's team was heading down to Richmond that weekend to play one of the better teams in the Colonial Athletic Association.

Jon Stafford had his first Thon meeting that week. He reported back that the Thon organizing committee would happily make an exception and allow me to dance at the Thon with Penny. I called Penny that evening after I got the word and explained about Thon. She was as dubious as me about how we could work out the logistics of getting us from Philly to State College by 4 pm on a Friday night, having us dance for 46 hours and then get back to Philly in shape for classes or to teach on Monday morning. The two of us would talk with Trevor, Chip and Damian about this when Penny came to visit in a couple weeks.

--oooOooo--

Coach Burton gave everyone an hour of free time after dinner on Friday night. Chip, Christian, Brian and I headed for the video room in the Lasch Building. We had worked this week indoctrinating Brian in the sight adjustment system that the rest of us had been using since last September. Brian seemed to get the concept. We had a couple set up for him to try if the situation came up against Kent State tomorrow.

Our buses picked us up from the Lasch Building and delivered us to Toftrees a little after eight o'clock that evening. My friends and I gathered in Shawn's and Christian's room for our traditional night-before poker game.

I sent Penny a good night e-mail when Trevor and I got back to our room. My poor honey had an extremely stressful week. In addition to her full class load, she was finishing up her veterinary school application. The application was due in seven days. After that was turned in she had to study for the Graduate Record Examination (GRE). Her exam was scheduled for October 20th. Her entire future was riding on this exam and application. I wished I could have been there to soothe her and help her relax so she could do her best.

I checked out the Lancaster-Lebanon League results. My Wolverines beat Sadsbury 56-41. Our neighbors to the east had a good offense but no defense whatsoever. I sent off congratulations to Matt, Dave and Cody. I noticed Central won too, knocking off always tough Cornwall.

Saturday morning Trevor let me shower first. While he showered, I checked on the weather forecast for our game. They predicted a temperature of 82 at noon, rising to a high of 86 at mid-afternoon. The humidity shouldn't be too bad for the game, hovering in the forties. The weatherman said we could expect mid to late afternoon thunder showers.

The team breakfast was at 7:30 that morning. We headed over to the Lasch Building to get taped up, dressed and finish our preparations for battle. The athletic department had snacks available before we headed over to the stadium. A big, enthusiastic crowd of fans greeted us as we got off the buses at Beaver Stadium. Trevor, Chip, Damian and I worked the lines, signing autographs and shaking hands before we went inside to finish our preparations.

The stadium was filling up when we came out to warm up. It was pretty day with only a few clouds in the sky. Hopefully those thunderstorms would stay away for the game. A new sign popped up in the student section. It said "Coach Kyle's Krazies." I found it had been put up by Mike, Dan and Adam, the "East Hall guys" who had been flying a banner in my honor since my second game as a freshman. I thanked them for their support before I headed inside.

We finished up our preparations before coming back outside to the now full stadium. The Blue Band heralded our arrival. The big crowd cheered as we ran onto the field for our game. God, how I loved the pageantry of college football.

Trevor, Damian and I met the Kent State captains at midfield. Kent State won the coin toss and elected to receive the kickoff. Jared booted the ball deep. Kent State's returner carried the ball out to their 19 yard line. Our defense dominated. Three plays later, after gaining only four yards, the Golden Flashes punted the ball back to us.

Our coaches' buzzword for the day was "execution." They demanded we run precise routes, that every block is done with proper technique and that we run the play exactly as drawn up.

Brian's 12 yard punt return gave us the ball at our 44 yard line. Kent State lined their d-backs up 12-15 yards off the line of scrimmage. They had the deep ball well covered but they left themselves vulnerable to short passes. We would be able to make 5-10 yards a catch without breaking a sweat. Our big offensive line dominated the smaller, slower Flashes. We needed six plays to score.

I ran a slant on the touchdown play. I beat the cornerback covering me easily. Chip hit me in stride. Brian and Christian tied up the d-backs on them. I sprinted downfield, making the free safety whiff badly when he tried to tackle me around the fifteen yard line. Jared made the extra point to give our team a 7-0 early lead.

Kent State's players worked gamely to keep up with us. They were simply over-matched. Bob Smith scored the next TD, to finish a drive that was started by a Dave McCall interception. Damian bulled his way into the end zone for a touchdown to cap a ten play, 80 yard drive near the end of the first quarter.

Christian scored too, turning a ten yard hitch into a forty-two yard run. Few people understood how fast Christian's initial burst was when he started running. The d-backs misjudged the tackle and Christian was gone. I understood. I had covered him in high school and also knew that Christian could keep up with me step for step on the first ten yards of a forty yard dash.

The coaches continued preaching about precise execution of the plays. Coach Burton didn't call any deep passes, wildcat plays or other exotic plays. We practiced good, basic, hardnosed football to take our 28-0 lead. We were bigger, faster and stronger than they were and we used those facts to establish our dominance.

The half was closing when the Golden Flashes adjusted their defense a little. They brought their d-backs up to challenge our short pass plays. This went on through half a dozen plays.

Coach Burton called for me to be primary receiver on a ten yard out route. Chip called the play and broke the huddle. I grabbed Chip's shoulder and said, "If the d-backs on me both cover me shallow, pump the ball. I'm going deep. We have to force these guys to respect the deep pass."

"OK, you're the captain," Chip said. I could see in his eyes he expected to get flak from the sidelines but was willing to follow me anyway.

The play worked exactly as I anticipated. The cornerback and free safety both came up shallow as I stutter stepped like I was doing a hitch. Chip's pump convinced them. Both guys broke towards the fake while I sprinted down the field. Chip hit me twenty-five yards downfield. I motored into the end zone untouched for a fifty-seven yard touchdown.

I jogged back to the sideline while the kicking team took the field for the PAT. "MARTIN! BRINTON! I want to see you NOW!" Coach Burton demanded.

"What's up, Coach?" I asked innocently as Chip and jogged over to our head coach. Chip didn't look as confident as I felt.

"I don't recall calling that particular play a moment ago," Coach said. "The watchword for today is execution."

"I understand, Coach," I said. " ... but you gave Chip and me permission to adjust the plays at the line of scrimmage if we see a hole in a defense that we can exploit."

"Yeah, Coach," Chip agreed. "That's all we did."

"Kent State's defensive backs were cheating too far forward," I explained. "I thought it was important to make them cover the whole field, Coach."

"Let's not exploit these guys anymore," Coach replied. "I don't want to end up embarrassing them 72-0."

"You're the boss, Coach," Chip and I agreed almost simultaneously.

The point turned out to be moot. Kent State finally got untracked offensively. They managed to drive down the field in the remaining two minutes of the half. Our defense kept them out of the end zone. The Golden Flashes were forced to try a 49 yard field goal as the clock ran out. Their kicker hooked the ball and missed. We took a 35-0 lead into the locker room.

Our coaches informed the starters that they were done for the day. Our second and third teams proved up to the task of finishing the game. Jon Stafford hooked up twice with Bruce MacCauley in the second half. Both TDs were on plays designed as short passes. Charlie, Wyatt, E. T. and even Grant Turner carried most of the load. They ran through big holes gouged by the offensive line to control the clock.

Poor Kent State managed a single field goal in the second half. We won 49-3. I felt bad for the Golden Flashes. They played hard but simply were overmatched against us. Probably half a dozen of their players were up to playing on our level. Mostly likely they had been offered walk-on status at a major school but choose the scholarship at the smaller school instead.

Everyone got what they wanted that afternoon. Kent State got a few million dollars and a chance for their team to appear on TV. Our athletic department got a home game and 107,000 paying fans in the stadium. Our fans got to watch and enjoy our team winning a game. My teammates and I got practice to help us prepare for the coming Big Ten season, which started next week. We had a tune up against Purdue and then the Michigan Wolverines came to town.

My record was 1-2 against the Wolverines since I started college. I badly wanted to go out with an even record against them before I graduated. Temple, Kentucky and Nebraska had provided excellent tests for our team. Kent State this week and Purdue next week would let us fine tune any difficulties. Our offense and defense should be firing on all cylinders on October 6th when Michigan arrived.

I gave Mom and Dad a call from the locker room after the game and let them know that I hoped to be done with the press conference around five o'clock. They met me inside the Lasch Building in the lobby.

Dark storm clouds had built up to the northwest beyond Bald Eagle Mountain throughout the second half of our game. Fortunately the thunderstorm held off until after the game. Big drops of rain were starting to fall when I met Mom and Dad after the post-game press conference. Mom, Dad and I jogged over to my apartment so I could pick up my raincoat before we headed back to Dad's car in the football parking area. By the time we got to my apartment, the rain had stopped. The big thunderstorm stayed to the north of us, sparing our part of Happy Valley from the deluge.

Since we were part way to downtown, I persuaded Mom and Dad to try one of the restaurants downtown to save us time. I took them to Spats. We had a wait a little for a table in the small restaurant but Mom and Dad agreed after we ate that the place was worth the wait.

I got to hear more about the Hunter and the twins' visit to Andy's football game two weeks ago. The three boys enjoyed the visit. Dad decided to see if he could talk Coach Burton into letting the boys come and see their uncle play one time in Beaver Stadium before I graduated.

Mom let me know that Will and Abby were using the family's tickets to my next home game, against Michigan. That worked out great. Penny might be able to get a ride to State College with Will and Abby. I wished Mom and Dad a safe drive home before they took off.

Trevor, Steph, Chip, Amanda, Damian, Billy, Melanie and Sarah had things set up for our party when I returned to the apartment. We had a good turnout of people at our party. Mike O'Keefe and Jim Hall dropped by. Jason Harting and Kevin Peachey dropped by. Both were from my high school.

Ashley Burton made it again. She hadn't missed one party since school started. I was starting to get comfortable with the whole concept until ... Jon Stafford decided to make a play for Ashley. I never found a chance to warn Jon off before he escorted Ashley upstairs for a roll in the hay.

I didn't get a chance to talk with Jon again until around midnight after Ashley left with a couple girlfriends. I found him in the kitchen getting himself a celebratory drink.

"Jon, have you gone crazy?" I asked.

"What, Coach?" Jon asked innocently.

"What do you expect to happen when Coach Burton finds out that you slept with his precious daughter?" I demanded. "How do you think your career will go, playing for a head coach who would like to hang you by your balls?"

"That's not going to happen, Coach," Jon said. "Troy and Ian are right. Ashley's cool to partying. She won't say anything to her father." He gave me a wink. "She's a pretty good lay too."

"When you're standing in front of Coach's desk trying to explain yourself," I directed, "make damn sure you tell him I counseled you against what you're doing."

"I really like Ashley, Coach," Jon said. "She's a great girl. She's funny, sweet and good looking too. I don't think Coach Burton expects his daughter to be a nun while she's in college. This will be fine."

"How does your father react to boys dating your sister?" I asked.

"I have a younger brother," Jon answered. "I don't have any sisters."

"OK, how did fathers react when you took their daughters out on dates when you were in high school?" I asked. "Did they put you through an inquisition?"

"Well yeah, but that was high school," Jon said. "We're in college now. Things are different."

"Not to fathers," I replied. "Their daughters are always their precious little darlings. Be careful, Jon."

"I will," he agreed.

"Good," I replied. "I don't want anything to happen to you. You're too important to our team. You're an excellent backup for Chip now and will be a good quarterback in your own right when Chip graduates. Bob and Trey aren't ready to step in if anything happens to Chip this season."

"Things will be fine, Coach," Jon promised.

I hoped he was right. I mentioned what had happened to Chip and Trevor later after the party. They weren't quite as appalled as I was but agreed the situation needed monitoring.

--oooOooo--

After sleeping late, one of my Sunday morning joys was to peruse the sports pages and see how all the other college teams did yesterday. Texas handled a surprisingly tough Arkansas 34-31 yesterday. They were behind until Mike Johanson intercepted a pass late in the fourth quarter to set up their go ahead touchdown. My former teammate was starting to make a name for himself.

Ed and Florida wasted little Western Carolina 55-10. Ed's stats made it look like my buddy probably played two quarters. Oklahoma surprised people by going down to Miami and thrashing the Hurricanes 38-20. #4 ranked Alabama beat Duke.

Our win over Kent State received a nice write up. Jeff Morgan always did a nice job. Our victory didn't do anything to enhance our reputation among the poll voters.

USC beat Stanford in a close game, 24-23. They needed a last minute interception to seal their win. Notre Dame was shocked by Michigan State. Jeremy's team lost 28-24 in spite of my buddy's twelve tackles. I empathized with Jeremy. My teammates and I knew how dangerous Michigan State could be.

Ohio State and Michigan had no problems with their tune-up games. They beat Troy and Eastern Michigan handily. Nebraska bounced back from last week by pounding Southern Mississippi 42-17. Syracuse was off. Rutgers lost to North Carolina 24-15. Hal went 5-5 kicking field goals for his team.

West Virginia beat East Carolina. Drew McCormick carried 24 times for 156 yards and three touchdowns. It was his best game since he joined the Mountaineers three years ago. I wanted to read a write up for the Delaware-Richmond game. The only info I had was a text from Andy last night – "DE 31 RICH 28 KR 3/67 PR 4/102 RCV 6/98 2TD"

The newspaper article painted a more exciting picture than the modest text message. Richmond had led through three and a half quarters. Andy had run a punt return back for a TD early in the game. The Blue Hens were down 28-24 with two minutes to go in the game. They strung together a nice drive, capped off by my brother's game winning TD with fifteen seconds left in the game. Andy was the game's hero.

I found interesting news as I studied the paper further. Purdue, our next opponent, had beaten Toledo 31-20 yesterday, but it had been an expensive victory. They lost Dan Butler, their fifth year senior quarterback. The paper reported it was likely he ruptured his ACL. I felt for the guy. I'd been there too.

Butler's injury left a big question in my mind. Who was going to QB the Boilermakers? Their red shirt sophomore had transferred last spring, dissatisfied waiting another year for Butler to leave. I had no idea who was next in line. I hadn't seen whoever it was on video last spring or this summer. The box score listed "Z Baker 3/5 48 yds 1 TD 0 INT" for whoever this kid was.

Later on Sunday I got to check the polls. The top ten were: Texas, Florida, Oklahoma, Alabama, Penn State, USC, Ohio State, Michigan, Miami and Notre Dame. We were set up pretty well in the polls, assuming we continued winning. Texas had to play Oklahoma and Florida had to play Alabama. We should be able to move up two more spots easily.

--oooOooo--

I got to find out who Z. Baker was after history on Monday when I went over to the Lasch Building to study for our game on Saturday. The young's man name was Zach Baker. He was a nineteen year old red-shirt freshman. He played in the final eight minutes of Purdue's game against Toledo, which was his first time on a collegiate football field.

I watched the kid's video, even though I don't normally watch our opponent's offense. He looked good playing in the final eight minutes in the fourth quarter, driving his team down the field against Toledo's prevent defense. Who knows how he will fare against our standard defense. I was certain Coach C had been up half the night devising new blitz packages to confuse the young man. That was a part of learning to play NCAA FBS football.

Monday's practice went as I expected. We practiced running and passing plays since our game plan called for a balanced attack against the Boilermakers. I noticed our defense spent a lot of the practice running blitzes against the scout or third team.

My teammates worked hard during the week. I was a little worried about their focus. Local home papers, the Daily Collegian and national papers and TV shows were promoting us as one of the best teams in the country after our beating a tough Kentucky team, an outstanding Nebraska team and then destroying Kent State.

We even were getting credit for the beating we put on Temple the first weekend. At the time pundits assumed the Owls were falling back into their old losing ways. The last three weeks disproved that thesis. The Owls were 3-1 now, having beaten Central Michigan 24-17, Villanova 31-24 and the Big East's Connecticut 35-10. This was the same Big East that kicked Temple out a few years earlier for losing too many games.

Trevor, Damian and I had to make sure our teammates didn't take the praise too seriously. We needed to work our asses off if we wanted to go to Phoenix in January.

Tuesday evening I got an unexpected and unwelcome phone call on the apartment phone. Chip happened to answer it. Chip called me over when the caller introduced himself.

"Hello, Kyle Martin," I replied.

"Kyle, this is Scott Lehman from Empire Sports," the voice said as he identified himself. "You're off to an amazing start to the season, Kyle. On behalf of the Empire Sports Agency, I want to congratulate you. Empire Sports is a full service agency that can..."

"Stop!" I insisted as Lehman prattled on about his agency and what they could do to further my professional career. I warned him three times to stop talking so I could explain how I was handling agents but he ignored me. I finally hung up on the idiot.

The phone rang thirty seconds later. "Hello?" I asked tentatively. I knew who it would be.

"Kyle?" the agent said. "We seem to have been cut off somehow. As I saying, Empire Sports is..."