Well, I don't have much to comment about with recruiting. It's all but wrapped up, and I've decided where to go. Your going to have to turn to Fox Sports Net South or the Sunshine Network (Countdown to Signing Day) on to see where I choose on the 15th! All I'm going to say about recruiting beyond that is that a bunch of coaches have been by the school, most of them have left with a lot less smaller smile than they came in the door with.
The end of my season
We beat our long-time rival Palm Bay. We should've womped them because we dominated them in the 1st half, but we went limp in the second half. It ended up 14-7. I played good, but not outstanding. Our first playoff game was at home against Boca Raton. Every team I've played from the West Palm Beach county area have all been upstanding, classy teams... except this one. This may have been the dirtiest game I played in during my entire career. There were numerous ejections, and numerous idle threats from the referees. It was also the first time an umpire (a.k.a. the referee that watches the line) has got up in my face and tried to pick a fight with me. Other "firsts" in the game were that same umpire calling my left tackle a punk, and someone trying to apparently twist my head off (that player paid for it bad later). We beat them soundly, but I forget what the score was. I think it was 34-7. I had double digit pancakes for Palm Bay and Boca, but I felt I could've done better. When the Boca game ended I felt sad, because I felt like I had punishment still left to be dealt out to them.
After that game, we played another WPB county team at home... Jupiter. They were a very classy team and represented their county well. I personally felt the people I was matched up against were some of the best I've ever played. There whole front seven was good, even though Courtney Harris got shut down by our 6'0 220 pound left tackle all game. The game was very close at halftime (6-3 but it should've been 21-3. Red zone troubles like usual), but we got the train back on the track and it ended 27-3 I think. We had too many mistakes in the redzone, which was the theme of our season offensively almost. I played well. I broke the 10 pancake barrier again.
Our third playoff game was to travel to Miami to play Booker T, the exact same thing we did the year before. Last year we got destroyed and embarrassed, but this year we should've won. Most of my teammates that were on the team that got beat last year had that feeling - that unfinished business twinge - the whole week of practice. I dominated in the game against what most people said was the best defense in the state. A lot of times I was pancaking the DL into the LB behind him. Defensively I played good too (the year before I did better than average on offense but stellar on defense... this year I was stellar on offense and great on D). It was a hardnosed street-fight of a football game. Nobody wanted to give anything up. Halftime the score was 0-0, and we had momentum after a good goal line stand. The second half went on just like the first, and they eventually scored, and missed the PAT to make it 6-0. We had trouble during the whole game to put it in the end zone and to not fudge drives in the red zone (there's nothing more aggravating than red-zone impotence), but we finally went up 7-6 with 1:30 left or so. Our sideline and our part of the crowd burst into elation when we went up 7-6. We kicked off and you'd think all we had to do was one three-and-out and we were going to next week. The first play of our last stand of the year was an interception right in our MLB's hands that was dropped. They ended up getting another first on 3rd down at about the 45. We stopped them all the way to 4th-and-10, only for them to throw a slant for the first barely. We stopped them all the way to 3rd-and-10 again on our own 35, only to get the worst call I've ever seen. One of our linebackers bumped a receiver as he was going across the middle, and their QB launched one that wasn't even close to the receiver (probably not even within 15 yards) and the back judge threw a pass interference which gave them the extra 15yards. The game was as good as over after that call. I hate losing playoff games. I don't cry, but I think everyone else who's been through Merritt Island in the last 17 years did. It was probably worse that we lost in the last 15 seconds than getting womped like the year before. It was a long bus ride home, especially because North Miami Field doesn't have any showers. Oh, and North Miami has some kind of weird sand-flea problem that is insane. They have flesh-eating gnats that come by the thousands.
I'm going to opt for just one all-star game. I'm turning down the Florida/California game and the rest of the big games for the North/South Brevard County game. I know where I'm going, and I just want one more game with the guys I grew up with before I leave. We have about eight people playing in that game, and it looks my team (the north) is going to womp the south so I'll have some fun. Another plus is that it's probably going to be played at my high school field. I couldn't have written a more storybook mushy ending for my high school career.