Impressing The Scouts
Two weeks after the last day of school, I went with some teammates to State College for their open football camp. At least that awful senior class is out of here and now it's oh-nine's time to shine. We have great work ethic and plus tons of talent, so I expect at least a district title.
"Welcome fellas, to Senior Football Camp at Penn State. You all chose to come here to either get better or to get noticed by scouts. And by the end of the next two days, you will be a better player and a better individual. Now go with your position coaches gentlemen, we have a lot of work to do."
"Receivers, over here!"
Coach Mike McQueary called all the senior receivers over to the track where there were five scouts with stopwatches. I figured they were going to time us in the 40, something I am definitely not strong in.
"We're going to start you guys off with a 40 yard dash. First up, Anderson."
I waited in line nervously as guys before me were running in between the 4.4 to 4.6 range. I've never been the fastest kid, but I always make up for it with my hands and jumping ability. If I could somehow squeeze out a 4.8, then the rest of my game can put me in the position to have scholarship offers on my table next week.
"Woy! You're up."
Sweat started dripping from my forehead to the track below me. I took my time getting into a stance and waited for the gun...
*BANG!*
One...two...three...four...
*CLICK!*
I stood up and caught my breath. As I looked over to the other drills, one of the Penn State scouts started walking my way. I was waiting for bad news, when...
"You ran a 4.51."
"What? There's no way I ran that."
"You're right, it was technically a 4.507, but we had to round it up."
Holy shit, I just posted my best 40 time of my life. Track really must have paid off. Next we got to the JUGS machine, something I was looking forward to.
"Woy, you're up!"
This time I walked up to the line with a swagger to my step. Confidently, I looked up and waited for the first football.
The first bunch of throws weren't hard to get to and I caught every one. The final four throws were a bitch though and really made me work. The first one was sent high and I used my entire 6'3" frame to go up and get it. The next one was completely the opposite. It was close to touching the ground when I went down to scoop it up. Slowly getting up, I saw another football rocketing towards the left side of me. I sprung out of my stance and brought the ball to my chest. Finally, the last ball was shot out to the right side of me. I got a little cocky and threw my hand out to reel it in. Flicking it into the air, I yelled...
"Throw it to the left, throw it to the right, doesn't matter cause Ethan's going to catch the football all damn night!"
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"Hi, may I take your order?"
A few days after camp, I was working as a waiter at Gateway - a restaurant a few miles away from my house. The mysterious guy pulled down the menu from over his face and said...
"Yes, can I find an Ethan Woy around here?"
"Oh my God, you're..."
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