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After Penny and my family left, I headed down to the Mix to pick up soup, a sandwich and the Sunday newspaper. Lunch went in the refrigerator. I settled down on the couch to catch up on the rest of the world outside Happy Valley.

Most of the top teams avoided an upset yesterday. Texas barely managed to beat Kansas State, 43-40. They needed Mike Johanson's interception to stop KSU's go ahead drive in the last two minutes of the score-fest. Nebraska throttled Missouri's normally high flying offense, 23-17.

Oklahoma was the first of the top ten teams to fall. Texas Tech bested them, 34-27. Ed and the Florida Gators handily beat South Carolina's Gamecocks, 51-30. Ed had another good day, throwing for over three hundred yards. Alabama dismissed Georgia Southern easily, 42-21.

Ohio State went up to Ann Arbor and edged out Michigan 31-30. It looked like they would be filling the Big Ten slot at the Rose Bowl this season. LSU and Georgia Tech both won, helping them keep their perches in the top ten. West Virginia fell to Pittsburgh in the last seconds, 34-31. My high school teammate Drew McCormick picked up 121 yards on 25 carries. Drew scored two of the Mountaineers' TDs.

Notre Dame beat Duke handily. Jeremy had nine tackles, two sacks and an interception. I knew he had to be pleased at his performance. Rutgers struggled but beat Louisville 15-12. Hal Long won the game in the final seconds with a 48 yard field goal. Hal was five for five kicking that day.

Jake Kring and Syracuse beat South Florida, 28-24 to assure the Orangemen their first non-losing record in almost a decade. They were bowl eligible and would end the season with a winning record if they beat Connecticut next Saturday. Jake was having a tough initiation as the starter but he was performing. Zack Hayes had struggled to a barely winning record his first year as he laid the foundation for our high school teams' future success. Hopefully Jake was doing the same in Syracuse.

My brother's Delaware team lost a tight game against Villanova yesterday, 28-27. Andy had six catches for 98 yards and two TDs. It wasn't enough to beat the Wildcats. I'm sure Kenny Weaver crowed to Andy after the game was over. They had been friendly rivals since Andy started at Delaware. The loss would drop Andy's team's standing in the FCS playoffs, but probably wouldn't knock them out of the playoffs.

I gave Jason Turner a call in the afternoon to discuss my high school team's game against Conrad Weiser. Jason let me know that the game was on Friday night at 7:00 pm at our Harrison Field. When I expressed surprise that we had a home playoff game, Jason explained that the PIAA had instituted the change for early rounds of the playoffs to save on travel money for the schools. I certainly didn't object to our team having home field advantage for the game. Jason invited me to join the team for their pre-game Thanksgiving meal on Friday evening. I accepted.

I gave John Waters a call that afternoon too. I recognized John's voice when he said, "Hello?" but I was careful anyway.

"Is this John Waters?" I asked politely.

"It is," he confirmed.

"This is Kyle Martin calling," I explained. "I said I would give you a call after I found out when the high school football team I coach is playing. Our game is Friday night."

"I don't have to schedule our meeting around my team," John replied. "Strath Haven kicked our asses."

"I saw that in the paper," I replied. "Sorry about how things worked out for your team. My team played Strath Haven last season. They are an excellent team."

"That team is a beast," John declared. "If anything, they are stronger this year than last when they were state champions. I expect they're going to repeat."

"I know my high school team will do its best to stop them," I replied. " ... assuming we get that far."

"We could help you with that," John said, chuckling. "It would be my pleasure to help you with that. I could get you the film and notes we have on them to you. Heh ... heh ... heh ... it wouldn't bother anyone at my school if your team figures out how to take those guys down a peg or two."

"That would be great," I agreed.

"That's settled," John said. "When do you want to meet? I was thinking we could get together for lunch Friday or Saturday. What do you think?"

"How about Saturday?" I responded.

"Saturday is good," John agreed. "How about I meet you half way? Say ... at the Friendly's in Gap."

"Noon at the Friendly's in Gap," I confirmed. "You got it."

"I'll see you then, Kyle," John answered. "Have a good Thanksgiving. I will bring lots of film and notes for you."

"Thanks, John," I agreed. "Enjoy your holiday with your family."

--oooOooo--

Coach Burton and the other coaches were in excellent moods at dinner Sunday night. Coach Burton reviewed our schedule for the week. We were skipping our usual Sunday evening review of the previous day's game. We would work out a bit on Monday and then come inside for the post-mortem on our victory over Michigan State. Tuesday we had drills on fundamentals. Everyone cheered when Coach announced we would be off Wednesday afternoon through Sunday afternoon. We had to return home from our Thanksgiving holiday for the team dinner on Sunday night.

He also let us know that he had the video people hook up the projection system in the auditorium with a TV feed from one of the late games. Aaron Morano's 49ers were playing Zack Hayes' Packers. It would be switched over to ESPN's BCS Standing show at 8:00 pm. Most of the team took advantage of the rare Sunday evening off.

About ten minutes remained in the game when we came into the auditorium at the Lasch Building. Zack's Packers were leading 21-20. That was good for my friend. His promising 2-0 and then 3-2 start dissolved in a rush of four straight losses in the past five weeks.

The 49ers had the ball and were handing off to Jerome Waterston, the big tailback we had so much trouble stopping three years ago when we lost to Notre Dame in my freshman season. He pounded the ball ahead against a sagging Green Bay defense. Six plays into the drive the 49ers crossed Green Bay up with a play action pass. Michael Crabtree came free and streaked to the end zone. Our former teammate, Andrew Perkins, drilled the point after to increase the 49ers' lead to 27-21.

It was hard to figure who to cheer for in this game. Andrew and Aaron Morano played for the 49ers. Zack played for Green Bay. I settled for watching, without rooting for either team.

Zack led his team down the field. I watched him run the West Coast offense. It was interesting to observe the differences in his play now that he had mastered the scheme. I watched him go through his progression, checking his first and then his second receivers. I knew there was at least one more check he should do, but Zack rarely had time for it. Zack's offensive line just could not buy him more than a couple seconds before letting someone through to chase him.

Zack managed to work his team down the field while avoiding getting sacked and mutilated by the talented 49ers defensive line. 1:33 remained in the game and the Packers were down to the 49ers' 33 yard line. Zack dropped back and fired a ball towards his flanker on a hitch pattern. The big defensive end jumped and swatted at the ball as it went by. He managed to tip it, sending the ball much deeper than Zack intended. Aaron coolly backpedaled and snagged the errant pass.

He raced for the end zone but was intercepted by his ex-roommate and best friend. Zack popped Aaron good as he took him down, undoubtedly taking out a lot of his frustrations on Aaron. Zack got up first and helped Aaron to his feet. I saw the two exchange words before Aaron patted Zack on the butt and the two headed for the opposite sidelines.

The 49ers never let Zack near the ball again. The 49ers' tailback pounded out yards behind his big offensive line. He ran the ball until the Packers burned all three timeouts. After that the 49ers QB kneeled down twice to finish the game.

The promising start Zack had was now reduced to a 3-7 record, the mirror image of Aaron's 7-3 record. Zack's words last spring were prophetic. The offensive line was his Achilles' heel. The left tackle was too slow. The left guard was too small. The center was big but immobile. The right side of the line was no better. No matter how brilliant Zack could be, he couldn't do it alone.

The Packer's 3-7 record made them a team that could draft me. I didn't want to go join my friend. I wasn't the answer to their problem. I needed a team with a solid offensive line and a quarterback with some experience if I wanted to show my skills in their best light. How was I going to find a team like that? That problem would have to wait for another day.

There weren't any real surprises as ESPN read off the latest BCS standings. We stayed number one. Texas stayed at #2 but the gap between them and #3 Nebraska narrowed further. Florida moved up to #4, followed by Alabama. Oklahoma's loss dropped them to #6. Ohio State, LSU and Georgia Tech filled the next three spots. Notre Dame jumped into the #10 spot, replacing West Virginia.

--oooOooo--

Coach Burton and Coach Adams concentrated on the second half of our game against Michigan State at Monday afternoon's film study session. There wasn't a lot to say to the first string other than 'good job.' We scored 45 points in the first thirty minutes and never allowed our punter, Mitch Jackson, onto the field.

After Monday's study session was over, I stopped by to ask Coach Burton a question, "Do you have about fifteen minutes tomorrow to talk about a couple things, Coach?" I asked. We compared schedules. Coach agreed to meet with me at 9:00 am.

I showed up five minutes early (Penn State Football time). Marie sent me into Coach's office immediately. Coach Burton invited me to have a seat on his couch.

"What on your mind, Coach?" Coach Burton asked.

"You know I will be living down in Philly next semester when I student teach," I began.

"Sure, you are going to be at Conestoga High School," Coach Burton replied. "I remember."

"I know I will have to stay in good physical condition while I get ready for the NFL Draft," I explained. "Do you have any suggestions for places where I could train while I'm teaching? I suspect Conestoga High School will not have the kind of facilities I need. I don't know if you know of any gyms down that way that specialize in football players or other places I could stay in shape."

"I know there are some gyms down there, but only one I know of that does much with sports training," Coach suggested. "It is owned by a former Penn State player that I know from my time here as a grad assistant in the early 90's. I'm not sure if it would be what you want. He specializes in middle school and high school football players."

"He probably has the proper equipment," I noted. "Any idea how expensive it may be to train there? I already owe my Dad a ton of money."

"You could try one of the local universities," Coach suggested. "Maybe Penn or..." Coach smiled and chuckled " ... or Temple. I could give Coach Golden a call. We've been friends for decades, since he played here and I was a young grad assistant."

"That would work," I agreed quickly. Coach picked up the phone and dialed.

"This is Robert Burton calling for Al Golden," Coach said after a few seconds. He waited about twenty seconds before continuing. "Hey Al, it's Bob, how are you doing?" Coach waited a bit for Coach Golden to answer.

"I'm sitting here with one of my seniors, Kyle Martin," Coach Burton explained. "May I put you on speaker and explain why we're calling?" I assume Coach Golden agreed because Coach Burton pushed a button on his phone.

"Hello Kyle, how are you doing?" Coach Golden asked.

"I'm fine, sir," I replied.

"What can I do for you and Bob?" Coach Golden asked.

"Kyle is a secondary education major," Coach Burton explained. "He will be down in your area this spring doing his student teaching. I was wondering if you could do Kyle and me a huge favor. Kyle needs a place to train in the spring so he is ready for the NFL draft. Could he work out in your team's facilities?"

"I would be happy to work out whenever it suited your schedule," I added. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of your team's training."

"I would be honored to have you train with my guys," Coach Golden replied. He chuckled. "I want you to train with my team, Kyle. If an All-American wide receiver is going to train at my facilities, I want my guys to see what you needed to do to get where you are now."

"Thank you, Coach," I replied. "I really appreciate your generosity."

"When are you coming down to Philadelphia?" coach Golden asked.

"I think I will be arriving around January 8th," I replied. "At least everybody up here is assuming we have a game on January 7th."

"I'm sure you do," Coach Golden agreed. "Give me a call when you get into town. I'll set you up with credentials for access to Edberg Olson Hall. That's our football facility."

"Thank you so much, Coach," I said. "I don't know how I can thank you."

"Set the example for my guys, Kyle, and we'll be even." Coach Golden replied.

"Thanks for your help, Al," Coach Burton added. "Good luck on Saturday against Miami of Ohio."

"I'll need it," Coach Golden said. "Schroeder's got his guys really playing."

"Yes, John does," Coach Burton agreed before ending the phone call. Coach Schroeder had done an excellent job turning around last year's MAC doormat. They were 10-1 going into the final game of their season. It was quite a contrast to the team's 1-11 record last season.

"What was the second thing you wanted to discuss, Coach?" Coach Burton asked me.

"I know the letter of intent I signed is a binding contract between me and the university," I said. "I'm required to play football for the team. The university is required to provide me with an education, room and board." Coach nodded his agreement. "I know you can't provide me housing down in Philadelphia. I don't expect that. I expect to be returning to campus for at least four or five weekends next semester. I was wondering if you planned to assign someone to my apartment with Trevor, Damian and Chip."

"I really don't have a choice, Coach," Coach Burton replied. "I have a record eleven mid-year freshmen showing up. I have two empty dorm rooms in the football dorms. Thankfully five of your fellow seniors are graduating next month. There is no way I can leave an empty room in one of the apartments. I will need every space when I move some of the sophomores into the apartments."

"I understand, Coach," I replied. "I was just hoping that I'd still have a place on campus next semester."

"You'll have to rent a hotel room," Coach Burton suggested. " ... or ask a friend if you can crash on their couch."

"OK, Coach. I guess I can do that," I agreed.

"I have some news for you too, Coach," Coach Burton added. "The athletic department completed its investigation of Derek Whitaker. We've concluded that he is not affiliated with an agent in any way. If the two of you wish to talk or have lunch together, you are free to do so. Pay for your own meal to keep things on the up and up."

"OK, I'll keep that in mind, Coach," I said before departing. "Thanks for your help."

--oooOooo--

The team spent our ninety minute practice on Tuesday drilling on our fundamental skills. We had no opponent for our final game, so that was the most useful thing we could do with our time.

I packed my things after breakfast Wednesday morning and loaded them in my VW before going to my English class. When that class was done I headed up the mall, past the library, to the Chambers Building and my Military History course with Dr. Brennan.

I bumped into Derek outside Chambers after class. I waved him over when we saw each other. I let him know he was off the department's "banned" list. We didn't do lunch together. I headed for the East Parking Garage instead, grabbing a sandwich from the Onion in Finley Commons on the way.

I made it through Harrisburg and Lancaster before rush hour traffic. I pulled my trusty old VW Golf up to the front of my house a little after four o'clock that afternoon. Nobody was home when I arrived. I took my things inside, started a load of wash and settled down in the family room to watch a movie until everyone returned home.

Andy returned home about half an hour after me. The FCS playoffs didn't start until the following weekend, so my brother had a four day holiday from football like me. Andy settled in to watch the movie with me until his kids got home from day care.

The pounding of six small feet announced the boys' arrival before their calls of "Daddy!" "Unka Ky!" "Kyle," and "An-dee." The boys smothered Andy and me with hugs and sloppy kisses as they welcomed us home from college. We played with the boys until Mom announced it was time for dinner.

The dinner table didn't get expanded, even though I was home from college. Liz met up with her boyfriend Chris after he finished football practice. The couple, along with Liz's best friend Annie Stoltzfus and Annie's boyfriend Nick Heisey, were going out to dinner that night. Annie had been dating Nick Heisey since she broke up with Matt Sauder earlier in the fall.

Andy and I helped Mom with the dishes and then went downstairs to get our daily workout done. Noah, Connor and Hunter came too, to watch. The little kids peppered us with questions about what we were doing and why we were doing it. We explained as best we could why football players had to work so hard to stay in shape.

Andy took the boys upstairs to take a bath and get ready for bed when we finished working out. I hung out in the basement, listened to music and read while I waited for Will, Abby and Penny to get home from Philadelphia.

My patience was rewarded around 8:30 when I heard Will and Abby arrive. I rushed upstairs in hopes of seeing Penny. "Where's Penny?" I gasped breathlessly.

Abby and Will were standing in the living room with Mom and Dad. A sleeping Rose was draped over her father's broad shoulder, looking like an angel.

"Well ... hello to you too, little brother," Will chided.

"Sorry," I apologized. "Hi Will, hi Abby. I'm glad you're home. Where's Penny at?"

"We dropped your girlfriend off at her house," Abby added.

"I'll see you guys later," I said as I dashed for the front door. I left without a coat, ignoring the twenty-five degree cold and wind outside. By the time I reached Penny's house, I did sort of wish I had grabbed a sweatshirt or something. I knocked at the door. Thankfully Jim Edwards answered almost immediately.

"That didn't take you long, Kyle," Jim said as he opened the door. "Come inside and warm up." He probably saw me shivering. "Penny is in the kitchen with her mother."

"Thanks, Jim," I said as I walked briskly for the kitchen. Jim followed me. Penny was standing beside the kitchen table. Her mom, her sister Nikki and her brother-in-law Adrian were all seated at the table.

"Sweetie! I am so happy to see you," Penny exclaimed when she saw me. We rushed together, hugged and kissed.

"It's so good to see you again," I exclaimed as we kissed. Jim Edward's loud throat clearing and the laughter of the rest of Penny's family reminded us of our manners.

"Sorry everyone," Penny apologized. "I'm just so happy to see Kyle."

"Sorry about my thoughtlessness," I added. "It's just that I don't see enough of Penny."

"Young love," Jim replied. "We've all been there before."

"Some of us still are," Adrian teased before he tickled Nikki. That was when I saw Nikki's condition.

"You're expecting?" I gasped. Nikki rewarded me with a big smile. "That's wonderful."

"It's a little hard to miss," Nikki replied. "I'm getting huge."

"How far along are you?" I asked politely. "You aren't that huge. You look as lovely as your sister."

Last summer I had started to get used to the idea that Jim and Marilyn Edwards could be my future father and mother-in-law. It hit me that Nikki's baby was likely to be my niece or nephew soon.

"I'm five months along," Nikki said, sitting back down.

"Penny and Kyle, why don't you sit down," Marilyn suggested. "We can enjoy some ice cream, talk and catch up with each other."

Everyone agreed. Nikki and Adrian slid around to make room for Penny and me. Jim had a seat beside his wife. Marilyn served dishes of Turkey Hill Moose Tracks Ice Cream, very tasty.

We talked for a good half hour, catching up with each other's lives. Nikki got a job at a small law firm after she graduated from law school last May. She passed the bar last month so she was a full-fledged attorney now. Adrian passed his broker's exam and had his license. That entitled him to a raise and promotion at the insurance agency he worked at.

Now that Nikki was done with school, Adrian and Nikki had decided that, at age 26, it was time to start their family. They started trying right after graduation. It took a month or so for Nikki to "catch." Their first son was due March 17th. Jim, Marilyn and Penny were delighted at the news of their first grandchild or nephew.

Jim and Adrian had lots of questions for me about Penn State football and how I expected things to play out for our championship game. I assured them that whether we played Texas, Nebraska, Florida or whoever, Penn State planned to win. Adrian asked about the Heisman hype he saw on line for me. I told him not to believe it. I had ZERO chance of winning the Heisman. It was an honor to even be mentioned among the ten guys on the ballot.

Penny and I headed upstairs. I stuck around, helping her unpack. We hung out for awhile talking. Eventually we cuddled on Penny's bed. One thing led to another and we got into making out.

"Do you want to spend the night?" I gasped between kisses.

"Mmmm ... that's a tempting offer," Penny purred before giving me another kiss. "I need to pass. We're leaving early to go to my grandparents. It's a long drive."

"Not to your Hunsecker grandparents, I presume," I said. "Intercourse isn't a long drive."

"Daddy's parents live in Lewistown," Penny said.

"You could spend the night with me and have Thanksgiving with my family," I asked. "My parents would love to have you over for dinner." I emphasized my intentions with another kiss.

"Very tempting," Penny said. She sat up. "We need to be practical. Next year you will be playing football in some city, who knows where. You and I will have Thanksgiving there. This holiday may be the last shot for you and me to spend Thanksgiving with our own family for quite a few years."

"You're right," I agreed. Dad's question from Sunday popped into my head. 'Does she feel the same way?' I knew instantly Penny felt the same way I did. "Have I told you how much I love you often enough?" I asked as I gave Penny a blazing kiss. She returned it with equal fire.

"Not nearly enough," Penny murmured. We returned to kissing passionately as we heated up. I rubbed my hardness against her. My lover ground herself against me as we embraced and kissed. One thing stopped us from consummating our love – the sound of Adrian and Nikki coming up the steps to go to bed.

"Sorry, honey," Penny said as we disengaged. "I'd feel funny with Adrian next door overhearing us. I'll make it up to you tomorrow night. I'll spend tomorrow night with you after I get back from Poppi's and Grammy's."

"I'm a patient man," I responded. I gave her a kiss. "I can wait until tomorrow night." I gave my lover a wink. " ... as long as you don't drag me out to go shopping with you on Black Friday."

"I'm not that much of a sadist," Penny said. "I know how much you detest shopping and holiday crowds. Anyway, if I took you along, all the well wishers and autograph seekers might slow down my shopping."

"Good, I will work on my final history term paper while you shop," I said. That settled, Penny and I cuddled for a bit, cooling down and allowing my erection to subside. I gave my girl a good night kiss before returning home.

--oooOooo--

I slept in on Thanksgiving Day until eleven. I showered, shaved and headed upstairs. Noah, Connor and Hunter met me at the top of the step.

"Make 'tuffed Fwench Toast, Unka Ky?" Noah asked politely.

"P'ease Unka Ky?" Connor added. "We 'ike [like] your breakfas's [breakfasts]"

"I have to go to the grocery store to buy everything," I explained. "I don't have cream cheese, bananas, chocolate chips or cinnamon sticks. How about I make pancakes and sausage? How does that sound?"

"Yeah! Good!" all three boys agreed. This was an easy task. I nuked precooked sausage in the microwave. I whipped up some pancake batter and fried up the golden disks for my pint-sized crew. It took me three full frying pans to fill the little guys. They thanked me and took off for the family room to play while I prepared my own breakfast. I fried up enough pancakes to satisfy me and cleaned up in time for the noon Fox pre-game show before the Detroit Lions versus the New Orleans Saints game.

The Saints were 8-2 and were leading the NFC South. Two of my former teammates from Penn State played for the Saints. Evan Foster took over the starting tight end role from Jeremy Shockey this season. Evan was playing well. The big surprise was Max Rosen. Max unexpectedly won a spot on the roster as a free agent last summer.

Max impressed the Saints' head coach, Sean Payton, enough to earn the slot receiver spot on the team. When Marques Colston went down in the third week of the season, Max stepped up. He was the receiving leader of his team, catching 61 passes for 918 yards so far this season.

His prowess earned him an interview with Terry Bradshaw on the pregame show. Terry had an excellent question for Max. I sat up and listened carefully when Terry asked, "How do you account for your success this season? Your college career at Penn State was..." Terry added tactfully, " ... undistinguished." Max gave Terry a hearty laugh.

"That's being polite," Max responded. "I didn't listen to Coach Paterno or Coach Burton when I was in Happy Valley. I didn't pay attention in class or study. I goofed around and partied too much. I was in my coaches' doghouse for good reason."

"What clicked this year?" Terry asked. "How do you account for your success here with the Saints? Was it something Coach Payton did for you?"

"Coach Payton has been great," Max answered. " ... but I woke up sooner than that. It started last season at Penn State. Our slot receiver got hurt and I had to step up and fill in. The experience was eye opening ... and also a little embarrassing. The other starters, who are younger than me, worked so hard to prepare. That is what opened my eyes. I squandered my opportunities in college. I swore then that I wouldn't waste the chance if I got another one."

"I guess you are taking full advantage of this opportunity," Terry said. "Good luck against the Lions, Max."

"Thank you, Terry," Max replied before the pregame show went back to the studio.

"I guess you're one of the younger guys who embarrassed him," Dad commented.

"I was," I agreed.

"Was the guy really as bad as Terry indicated?" Andy asked.

"Max was suspended for bad grades, arrested for underage drinking and nearly kicked off the team," I explained. "He really did waste his chances in college."

" ... Penn State has been known as Linebacker U for decades," Howie Long explained as Andy and I talked. Mention of Penn State drew our attention back to the broadcast. "From Dennis Onkotz to Jack Ham to Matt Millen, Shane Conlan, Andre Collins, LaVar Arrington, Paul Posluszny, Dan Conner to Pete Klein, down through the years Joe Paterno and Penn State has a reputation for developing outstanding NFL caliber linebackers.

"Occasionally the university would develop good skill players such as Kerry Collins at quarterback, Curt Warner at tailback or Bobby Engram and Joe Jurivicius at wide receiver, but not regularly like some universities. That trend seems to be ending. In the past few years we have seen an offensive explosion from the Penn State. Glenn Tucker comes out of the university and makes it to the Pro Bowl as a rookie. Phil DiStefano and Zack Hayes both are outstanding quarterbacks. DiStefano is pushing Jay Cutler for the Bear's starting spot. Hayes took over in Green Bay in his first game as a rookie."

"Hayes is a fantastic talent," Terry Bradshaw interjected, drawing a dirty look from Long. Terry pressed on, undaunted. "Give him some help on the offensive line and give him a running game, the kid is going to tear up this league."

"Back to MY point," Howie responded forcefully. "If Max Rosen can perform like this in his rookie NFL season, what does it say about the current Penn State receiving corps? Rosen didn't crack the starting lineup until three games before the end of this senior season. What is in store for the lucky teams' that draft those younger players in the future?"

"I can answer that," Jimmy Johnson stated. "Brian Henson, their sophomore slot receiver, is young, raw and very fast. He shows great promise to be a top receiver by the time he graduates in a couple years. Christian Hunsecker, another senior wideout, is an excellent possession receiver with sure hands and good quickness." Jimmy stared directly into the camera and gave a smarmy grin. "As I've talked to GM's around the league, they all talk to me about the best of the group, Kyle Martin. These guys are literally salivating over the prospect of drafting Martin."