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Everything was quiet in Charlottesville on Monday. No further word on the baby arrived on Tuesday. Penny spent half an hour talking with Nikki that evening. Nikki was so ready for the young one to arrive. Nothing was happening yet. I headed off to school Wednesday morning still in the dark about my soon-to-be nephew.

My phone vibrated while I was in the middle of my AP European History lecture on the Franco-Prussian War. I checked the message after class finished. Penny texted: "WKD TRIP ON. CHRISTOPHER TAYLOR MURRAY 7LB 2OZ 22 IN B. 11:22PM Y-DAY"

I gave John a big grin. "Hey, John, I'm an uncle again."

"This is Penny's sister?" John asked.

"Yes, Nikki had her baby," I answered. "It looks like I'm taking a road trip this coming weekend."

"When have you ever stayed at home since you started working here?" John teased.

"I guess never," I responded. "My schedule has kept me pretty busy. It won't change any either between now and the draft."

I filled John in on the sketchy details I knew about Christopher. We got to work after that grading mid-terms we had given the previous afternoon.

The football team's final video study session was that afternoon. We reviewed their victory over Haverford Township. The kids did very well over the course of the two months I worked with them. I needed to lead the way in the beginning. Now, I sat back and commented occasionally. They kids did nearly all the analysis. They would be ready to handle film study on their own next season. The following Wednesday we would meet outside and I would help them set up their own drills to run in the spring. The older guys were proud to be able to claim possession of their football team.

Penny and I packed everything for our trip Thursday night and loaded it in my car. Marilyn Edwards warned us we would be sleeping on the living room floor during our visit. She and Jim would have the second bedroom at Nikki and Adrian's condo. Penny and I would have to rough it.

I picked Penny up from the Daylesford Station Friday after school. I headed over to Eagle and the Pa. Turnpike. Google claimed it was faster to drive down I-95 through Baltimore and Washington. Going by the turnpike, through Harrisburg and down I-81 would take us thirteen minutes longer. That might be true under normal conditions but certainly wasn't true when you traveled through Baltimore and Washington between four and six o'clock on a Friday afternoon.

Penny and I grabbed some supper in Chambersburg on our way south. We headed down through western Maryland, West Virginia and then south through Virginia's lovely Shenandoah Valley. We headed east from Harrisonburg on I-64. Adrian and Nikki's condo was in a newer development not too far off I-64. It sat on top of a hill overlooking downtown Charlottesville.

I parked across from their apartment. Penny carried our bags and camping gear up the steps to their second floor entrance. Nikki and Adrian had a two story townhouse above a ground floor apartment. Jim Edwards gave us a big smile as he greeted us.

"Come on in," Jim said as he gave Penny a hug. I settled for a handshake. "Come in and welcome the newest member of our family."

We stepped into the condo. The living room flowed into the dining room. The kitchen was at the opposite end of the big room. Nikki was sitting on the couch with her mother, looking a bit frazzled. That wasn't surprising, considering everything she endured over the past few days.

Adrian popped up, holding his infant son. Penny, Adrian and I met in the middle of the room. Adrian offered Christopher to his aunt first.

"Make sure you hold him like this," Adrian instructed as he handed his son over to Penny. "You have to support his head." Penny accepted the direction without comment as she cradled her nephew.

Christopher was the most adorable thing imaginable. A few tufts of his father's dark hair crowned his otherwise bald head. His face was pudgy but pleasant. He didn't mind being held by his aunt. Penny and I cooed and snuggled with the little cutie.

"Do you want to hold him, honey?" Penny asked after a couple minutes. I accepted the little bundle from my sweetie.

"Careful," Adrian cautioned. "Make sure you..."

"Adrian, relax," I commanded as I cradled Christopher's head as I accepted him. "I have two four year old nephews, a two and a half year old brother and a niece who just turned one. I know how to handle a baby." I cuddled the cutie and gave him a big smile. "Hi Chris, I'm your Uncle Kyle." I cooed and tutted to get his attention. I received a smile for my efforts.

"You seem to be a natural, Kyle," Marilyn said. "You look like you're ready for one of your own."

"Mother!" Penny teased. "Don't start. Kids will wait until AFTER I finish veterinary school."

"Of course, sweetie," Marilyn agreed quickly. "He will make a good father when the time comes."

I returned Christopher to his mother after a minute. It was time for his feeding before bed. Jim, Adrian, Marilyn, Penny and I visited while Nikki fed her son.

I envied Christopher just a bit. I had a middle school crush on Nikki when I was in seventh and eighth grade. Nikki was a well-built young lady with big breasts when I was a horny, tongue tied middle schooler. She was Will's close friend and spent a lot of time at our house. In the end I felt I had won over the prettiest of the Edwards girls in Penny. Still, Nikki was a good looking woman, even after giving birth. Those thoughts would stay buried – forever!

Christopher went to bed first. Adrian and Nikki treated us to some ice cream before the rest of us retired for the night. Penny and I put our Therm-o-rests down together and then spread our sleeping bags over top of them. It made a nice, cozy bed for two.

I'm sure Christopher kept the grown-ups upstairs awake for part of the night. Penny and I never heard anything downstairs. We woke up to the sound of Adrian getting the newspaper around 8:30 that morning. I volunteered to make breakfast for the crew after I took a shower.

Marilyn and Nikki stayed home Saturday after breakfast. Adrian took Jim, Penny and me on a grand tour of Charlottesville. In the morning we visited Monticello and Ash-Lawn Highlands, James Monroe's home. We had lunch at the Michie Tavern and then visited the Blenheim Vineyards. I bought a couple nice bottles of wine for Penny and me to enjoy back home.

Everyone hung out at Adrian's and Nikki's later in the afternoon while Christopher took a nap. Marilyn volunteered to watch Christopher while Jim treated everyone to dinner. Nikki tried to demur but Marilyn insisted. I confirmed Marilyn's determination. I knew from my mom and Andy's examples that parents needed the me time.

Adrian suggested we try Maya Restaurant in downtown Charlottesville. It was a fairly fancy place featuring southern style cooking. I saw the baby back ribs on the menu and had to have them. Penny decided the King salmon. Adrian swore by the cornmeal crusted catfish. Jim decided on the beef tenderloin. I chose cornbread and red beans and chorizo for my sides.

Most of our party saw the bourbon pecan pie and ordered it. I saw an intriguing item on the dessert menu – hoe cakes with cinnamon sugar, roasted apples and pears. The cornbread pancakes with sweet fruit compote were excellent.

The five of us headed back to Nikki and Adrian's apartment after dinner. Penny and I got turns again holding and playing with sweet little Christopher. Everyone made an early night of it. Penny, Jim and I had a long drive home Sunday. Penny and I were giving Jim a ride back to Lancaster County while Marilyn stayed down in Charlottesville for an extra week to help Nikki.

We made it back to Lancaster County to have lunch at my house. Penny and I played with the boys for a bit before heading back to our apartment. Penny had a term paper due on Tuesday. I had to finish my lesson plans for that day too.

Penny and I had time for a private discussion on our drive back to Philly. I asked, "Have you given any thought to our honeymoon?"

"Not a lot," Penny answered.

"How does a trip to Germany sound?" I asked. "I did a little research. We could do a Rhein cruise, tour some of the castles in southern Germany and then head over to München [Munich]. What do you think?"

"I like the idea," Penny replied. "Do you think we will have enough time?"

"We have at least three weeks between the wedding and when I have to start training camp. That should be plenty of time."

"No, we don't have three weeks," Penny countered. "Trevor and Steph's wedding is the weekend after ours."

"It is?" I said. "Trevor never said anything to me."

"Steph told me last weekend," Penny said. "I can't believe Trevor never said anything to you. You're supposed to be in the wedding party."

"You know us guys," I replied. "We go where our sweeties tell us to go and do what we're told to do."

"We have six days for our honeymoon, at most," Penny said. "What if we went back to where all of this started for us?"

"The kiss?" I asked. I knew she was referring to our first kiss, back in Algonquin before we started ninth grade. "Algonquin would work for me. It is a long day's drive up and another back home. That could leave us four days in the wilderness, just you, me and our canoe."

"I think it would a perfect way to start our marriage," Penny said.

"It would be during the black fly season," I added. "I hear they can get intense."

"Do you really expect us to spend much time outside our tent?"

"Point taken," I agreed. "I'm good with Algonquin if you are."

"Let's do it," Penny agreed.

I did three lectures on Monday. Tuesday, the day before Easter vacation, was a red letter day for me. John turned the whole day's classes over to me. My lectures went well. The kids were a little rammy. John said that was to be expected the day before a long vacation.

I headed straight for the airport after class. The Rams had lined up a first class ticket for me for my flight out to St. Louis. The team's travel coordinator met me at the airport and took me to my hotel when I got in Friday evening. The team put me up in a hotel across the street from their practice facility.

John Mancini, the team's Director of College Scouting, took me on a tour of their facilities Saturday morning after breakfast. The team trainers and physicians checked me from head to toe, paying particular attention to my left knee. They also expressed concern for how the cut on my left hand had healed after the Iowa game last fall. I didn't see what the big deal was. I got cut. It healed. I played the next weekend.

Head Coach Steve Spagnuolo, Josh McDaniels, the offensive coordinator, Tom McMahon, the special teams coach and Nolan Cromwell, the wide receivers coach, took me to the other side of the Missouri River to a nice little restaurant for lunch. We spent a good part of the afternoon back at the Russell Training Facility, talking and getting to know each other better. I enjoyed talking X's and O's with them.

Coach Spagnuolo took me in to meet the owners of the team. Stan Kroenke and Chip Rosenbloom shared ownership of the team. We talked for a bit, mostly about PR, how to handle the press and my drunken driving arrest. I gave them a copy of the clean BAC report, proving I was innocent of the charges. They were satisfied with my explanation of the incident.

It was getting close to dinner time when Mr. Kroenke asked, "Do you like barbecue, Kyle? We have some of the best places here in St. Louis."

"Do I like barbecue?" I parroted while I laughed. "I love barbecue. I was hoping you would take me somewhere for a good meal."

"Excellent," Mr. Kroenke said. "Steve, Chip ... lets show Kyle what real barbecue is all about."

"I can't wait," I agreed as we headed out to the cars. "We have a barbecue place in State College, and it is pretty good. I expect it will compare to barbecue here like some of the hoagie shops back home in Lancaster County. They have something on the menu called an Amish Italian Hoagie. If the people in Philly ever heard of such a thing, they'd die laughing."

"Amish Italian Hoagie?" Steve agreed, laughing. "I bet Wawa doesn't have that on their menu."

"Wawa? No they don't carry that," I agreed. Steve explained to the others about Wawa convenience stores. They didn't have anything like them here in St. Louis. Steve coached with the Eagles for a few years. He was well versed in Wawas.

"The Pappy's Smokehouse is downtown, Kyle," Chip said as we climbed into his car. "They are rated as the best BBQ place in town. It's a half hour drive, but it is worth it."

The place wasn't fancy. They put their effort into their meat, not their décor. I had a full rack of ribs with some of Sweet Baby Jane's sauce. This place did blow Beulah's away. The meat was so moist, juicy and full of smoke flavor. I was delighted the owners took me to a place where I could get sticky up to my elbows instead of to a fancy restaurant.

My diner with the Rams leadership went well. They returned me to my hotel after our leisurely dinner. I felt very positive about their interest in me. Sam Bradford was turning into a top notch quarterback. He would do well having someone like me to catch his passes. The Rams had the seventh pick in the draft, so they had a real shot at getting me, if they wanted me.

Mrs. Winters picked me up Thursday morning and took me over to the airport. I was back home in Philly by mid-afternoon. I had the rest of Thursday and all of Friday off. Penny and I planned to go home to Lancaster County after she finished classes on Friday. All I needed to do was grade some European History term papers. It felt great to be a lazy bum for once.

I helped the Conestoga Football team organize their unofficial practice on Wednesday after school. Dan Werley and John Waters were able to get us access to equipment and fields. That was the extent of their involvement. I concentrated on teaching the juniors and two seniors who agreed to help out how to run the drills the way my Wolverines learned to do years ago.

I watched the kids as they worked. The team had some good athletes. It had some less talented but smart players too. I felt they could compete with Strath Haven and similar powerhouse teams, with enough study and practice. I reminded the kids at the end of practice that hard work and study were the things that made the Wolverines state champs. The kids gave me three cheers for my assistance at the end of practice when I delivered that verdict on their efforts.

My evening visit to the Eagles' Novacare complex was Thursday evening that week. Bradford Obee, the team's Director of College Scouting, met me and gave me a tour of the facilities. A good number of current Eagles players were at the Novacare Complex. That didn't surprise me. Off field training activities (OTA's) were starting up a couple weeks. It was time for these guys to prepare for the coming season.

I met Mike Vick, Mike Kafka, Nnamdi Asamugha and Trent Cole, along with Jeremy Maclin, DeSean Jackson, LeSean McCoy, Brent Celek and my former teammate Domonic "Cuch" Cuchhiella on the tour. Mr. Obee took me in to visit the coaches next. Coach Reid and Coach Mornhinweg greeted me like an old friend.

They invited me to join them for dinner. After a quick discussion, we found out we all enjoyed Chickie's and Pete's food. The restaurant was convenient to Novacare too. Coach Mike Zordich popped his head in Andy Reid's office as we were getting ready to leave.

Coach Zordich was a Penn Stater like me, but from a few decades earlier. He was another in a long line of fellow Penn State All-Americans memorialized in the Lasch Building. I had met his son Mike a couple times when I was being recruited. Mike Junior graduated just before I came to Penn State.

Pete Ciarriocchi greeted all of us by name. Apparently this restaurant was quite popular with the Eagles coaching staff. Pete personally escorted us to a roomy booth for our meal.

Coach Reid, Coach Mornhinweg and Coach Zordich had all kinds of questions for me about my experience at Penn State. Coach Zordich and I shared some of our JoePa stories over an appetizer. The coaches quizzed me about my experiences in college as we enjoyed our dinner. Surprisingly to me, they focused on my impressions of the various defensive backs I faced in college.

I praised Eldon Burkholder, Terrell Ross and Shawn Byrd. All three had done decent jobs containing me. I praised the Tennessee secondary from the Capital One Bowl too. Coach Reid was less interested in them. I eventually realized the purpose of my visit. The coaches wanted my impression of the defensive backs I faced. Many of the draft websites expected the Eagles to go for secondary help.

Howard Erskine, the pain-in-the ass sports anchor at Channel 17, stopped by our table while we were eating.

"Andy, should I read anything into you having dinner with Kyle Martin?" Erskine asked when we acknowledged him. "Are the Eagles planning to draft a wide receiver?"

"No comment, Howard," Andy replied evenly. "Sometimes dinner is just dinner. I met Kyle last month at a banquet. We decided it would be nice to get together some time. That's all this is."

"It is more like a Penn State reunion," Coach Mornhinweg added, gesturing towards Coach Zordich and me. "I'm gathering intelligence for my son. Did you hear Skyler is considering playing at Penn State?"

"I had," Howard replied. He asked Coach had Reid a couple more questions, getting "No comment," for answers. He left us in peace when he saw there wasn't anything interesting to be gleaned from our meeting.

"I hadn't heard Skyler committed," I said after Howard Erskine left. "I take it that he enjoyed his visit."

"Skyler fell in love with the campus, the coaches and the stadium," Coach Morhinweg replied. "I think he would do well under Bob Burton's tutelage."

"Absolutely," I agreed. "I can't imagine a better coach to play for in college than him."

The coaches and I were stuffed from our appetizers, our sandwiches and our crab fries. We passed on dessert. We headed back to the Novacare Complex.

"Coach Reid, do you mind a very direct question?" I asked when we were in the privacy of the car.

"I'll listen," Coach answered.

"You have one of the best receiving corps in the NFL," I said. "I'm guessing, but I suspect you aren't likely to draft me. I also understand if you can't answer that question, Coach."

"You are going to be a hell of a pro player, Kyle," Coach Reid answered. "I know it. I will probably kick myself for not taking a shot at you when you burn up the league, but I can't justify the cost to the team to jump up to where we project you to be taken. We would have to give up an impact player and a high draft choice or two. I can't say we won't pick you. If you fall down lower in the draft than we anticipate, we might go after you."

"So tonight's dinner was more to help you gather info on defensive backs?" I asked.

"That was part of it," Coach Reid agreed. "Another part of it was I wanted to get to know you better. Four or five years from now when you finish your rookie contract and become a free agent, my receivers will be getting older. Maybe you would fit well on our team then. It never hurts to keep on good terms with players you may want to sign later."

"I wouldn't mind be an Eagle someday," I agreed.

The Eagles didn't do a physical or ask me the usual questions. I thanked the coaches for their time before I headed back to my apartment. My long held expectation that I wasn't likely to be drafted by the Eagles was confirmed.

The weeks flew by unbelievably fast. John had me doing most of the lectures each day. I felt more and more like a real teacher, rather than a college student. I flew up to Minneapolis the weekend after Easter. Head Coach Leslie Frazier and Offensive Coordinator Bill Musgrave both had Philly connections. Coach Musgrave worked in Philly one year as the QB coach for Ray Rhodes. Coach Frazier coached the secondary for Andy Reid.

It was amazing how many Reid assistants had moved up to head coach in the NFL. Coach Frazier, John Harbaugh, Steve Spagnuolo, Pat Shumur and Ron Rivera all worked for Andy Reid at some point in time. Coach Reid was almost as prolific with coaching progenies as Mike Holmgren was in the nineties.

The weekend with the Vikings was very positive. I enjoyed meeting with their coaches and with the Wilf family, who owned the Vikings. They knew and I knew it would take a blockbuster trade for me to end up a Viking. They had the thirty-first pick in the draft, thanks to their trip to super bowl earlier in the year.

I expect they invited me to visit so they could investigate whether I was worth the cost they would pay to move up to the front of the draft to get me. The Patriots had shut down the Viking receiving corps in the second half of the Super Bowl. This was a team I could help.

The team's hospitality manager met me at the airport and took me to a nice hotel a couple miles from the Viking Field House training facility. She picked me up after breakfast Saturday morning and delivered me to the field house. The Director of College Scouting, Scott Studwell, took me on a tour of the facilities. Quite a few members of the team were working out or studying at the facility. I was pleased to catch up with Karol Ziska, my friend from back in State College.

A good part of the morning was taken up with a thorough physical. Coach Frazier and Coach Musgrave took me to lunch. The coaches interviewed me after lunch. There was one unusual wrinkle at this visit – the coaches invited me to catch some balls with their quarterback, Josh Montgomery. I had dinner with Zygi and Mark Wilf, the principal owners of the team.

The visit was extremely positive. I wouldn't mind at all if the Vikings found a way to jump high enough in the draft to pick me. Max Solomon cautioned me to not read too much into any of the visits. Who knows who is hiding in the grass, keeping their interest in me a secret?

I got a call from Coach Burton Monday immediately after school ended.

"Coach, I understand you are coming up this coming weekend for the Blue and White game," Coach Burton said when I answered his call.

"That's the plan, Coach," I responded.

"I'm in a jam," Coach Burton continued. "Anders Voight tendered his resignation as a grad assistant. He has an opportunity to go on an expedition with one of his geology professors. They leave in four days. I am shorthanded on coaches for Saturday. Would you be willing to help out?"

"I'd be happy to do that, Coach," I agreed, "as long as you don't need me there before about seven o'clock on Friday night."

"That is fine," Coach said. "I can reimburse you for your time. I have money in the budget for the grad assistant position."

"That isn't necessary," I replied. "I am comfortable now that I received my advance from Nike. Consider my help to be an internship."

"I can do that, Coach," Coach Burton agreed. "I will ask Coach Adams to schedule his staff meeting for the Blue team for about 7:30 pm Friday night. Will that leave you enough time to get dinner before the meeting?"

"That will work fine, Coach," I replied. "What do you expect me to be doing?

"You will handle the Blue special teams, same as last year," Coach Burton responded.

"Cool! I can do that," I said. "Thanks for letting me get some experience coaching."

"I don't suppose you are interested in the position on a permanent basis, are you?" Coach asked.

"I doubt it," I answered. "I haven't heard a peep from the Raiders in a month. Hopefully they gave up on the idea of drafting me."

"My loss and your gain," Coach responded. "Thanks for helping us out, even if it is on a short term basis.

John Waters had me giving five or six lectures every day of my next to last week of student teaching. The final week I would virtually take over the class, doing everything while John observed from the rear of the classroom.

John made a few observations during the week, but mostly he kept quiet while I did my job. I felt totally comfortable in front, handling lectures, discussions and discipline. I could do a teacher's job – no question at all in my mind.

Anders Voight e-mailed me a Blue Team roster and a list of players that would be playing special teams for me on Saturday. He filled me in on the practice details so I would be up to speed with what the team was doing before the Blue and White game.

Coach Burton wanted me to use Brian Henson and Squirrel MacCauley a couple returns each in the first half of the game. They were slated to be our "game changer" return men if our team was down and needed something special in a hurry.

Coach Ferguson had the Nittany Lions' primary return men, John Crosby and Jared Cantrell, on the White Team. I would use Josh Hunsecker and Devin Kerr for my return men most of the game.

Coach Burton set the Blue Team up with the first string offense and the second string defense. The very youngest players ended up on the Blue Team. Matt Sauder backed up Chip. Bob Huber and Trey Connelly were Jon Stafford's backups.

I knew Brian Henson, Squirrel MacCauley and Jared Cantrell, our starting receivers, were going to be very good. Charlie Taylor was excellent as Damian's backup last season. He was a worthy successor to my roomie. The big question mark for our offense was the offensive line. Would they be up to the task of taking over from Greg, Elijah, Mahmoud, Joe and Shane? The current starters had some time filling in last year but they never started games together. I knew that was a key element to making a strong offensive line – time spent working together.

Penny took the train out from Philly after class on Friday. I picked her up at the station and headed west for State College. We picked up dinner in Clarks Fork, on the way. I pulled into the parking lot outside Nittany Apartments around 6:30 pm. Penny and I met Trevor at the apartment. Damian graciously allowed us to stay in his room for the weekend.

I hustled over to the Lasch Building for my coaching staff meeting. Coach Adams convened the Blue Team coaches meeting shortly after I arrived. Coach Caffrey was serving as the offensive coordinator and working with the receivers. Coach Curry worked with the offensive line and tight ends. Coach Keller would handle the defensive line and linebackers. Yasin Clark would handle the secondary. I was in charge of special teams.

Coach Adams reviewed the plans for the game. Coach reviewed who was to having playing time in what situations. We needed to get everyone on the team on the field for some plays. The coaches treated me just like another coach, rather than as a player. It felt good.

I headed back to the apartment after my meeting. Trevor, Steph, Penny and I watched a movie to kill time that evening. Damian was over at Billy's apartment already. Chip and Brian were at the Lasch Building studying video and preparing for tomorrow's game. Chip and Brian returned as our movie was ending. Everyone had a bedtime snack and headed to bed. Penny and I refrained from making love. Chip and Brian did not need to listen to us doing that the night before a game.

Trevor and I joined the team at the Training Table Saturday morning. Steph and Penny slept later and had breakfast downtown at the Waffle Shop. I followed the team over to the Lasch Building. I met with the offensive Blue Team coaches for an hour, reviewing the game plan a final time. I dropped by the locker room and talked with the players again before we headed for Beaver Stadium.

My former teammates teased me that I finally was going to earn my nickname. The locker room felt familiar and at the same time different. We had eleven early-start freshmen dressing now. I was the only senior in the room. As if moving to Philadelphia and student teaching didn't tell me, this out-of-place feeling in the locker room reminded me I was leaving the college scene and moving on with my life. My four years with the Nittany Lions was very much in the past tense.

I rode the buses over to Beaver Stadium with the team. The fans outside our door were surprised to see me step off the bus. I shook hands and talked with the fans as the team filed into our dressing room. They had preparations to do. I was dressed in my Penn State polo, khakis, Penn State jacket and hat already. I was ready for action.

The rain from earlier in the morning had tapered off to a light drizzle. The weatherman predicted it would stop before our 1:00 pm kickoff. The winds were calm. The temperature was hovering around 50 degrees. It wasn't a great day for football, but it wasn't a bad one either.

The calm day would be good for our inexperienced kickers, Ryan Dillard and Caleb Fuller. Caleb was the only punter on the team right now. Our other punter recruit wouldn't start classes until August. Ryan Dillard was kicking for the White Team, so I didn't need to worry about any of his pregame jitters. That was Coach Ferguson's problem. Jared Gray was working for me. He wouldn't have weather or jitters problems.