Chapter 2

Tuesday, January 13, 2032 – NovaCare Complex, Philadelphia, PA

Kyle interviewed Michael Holland for the open wide receiver coach position Monday afternoon. Ryan Reynolds had worked with Holland when they both were with the Raiders. Michael had been an offensive assistant there, the most junior coaching position on a staff. He worked as the wide receivers coach at Wyoming for the past two years.

In the morning, Kyle interviewed Justin Jackson, who was recommended by Jeremy North. Jeremy had played with Justin when they both were at the Bears. After his playing career was over, Justin had taken a position at Boston College. He and Jeremy had crossed horns annually when Notre Dame played BC.

Neither candidate had wowed Kyle. They would be adequate to the task but didn’t have the something extra that would make them a great coach. Kyle knew if he hired either of them, he would spend more time with the receivers than was probably best for him. As head coach, he had to delegate responsibilities to his assistant coaches, not to do the assistant coach’s job. Hopefully his afternoon interview would go well.

Kyle invited Ed Fritz to lunch over at Chickies and Pete’s so he could pump his best friend for intel about his afternoon interviewee, Jordan Burke. Ed had coached at Florida when Ms. Burke was working as a grad assistant at Florida International University. About all Ed could say was they’d met a couple times and she was well regarded among the coaching fraternity in the State of Florida.

Kyle was back in his office in plenty of time before Ms. Burke’s 1:30 PM interview.

Jordan Burke walked into Kyle’s office a minute after the receptionist announced her and sent her upstairs to his office. She was quite striking, about 5’-9” tall with flaming red hair pulled back in a pony tail. She had an attractive figure. She reminded Kyle immediately of his old college girlfriend, Kelly O’Keefe.

Jordan looked to be in her late twenties, which matched the timeline in the resume she sent ahead before her interview. Damn! If he were ten years younger and not married, Kyle would have been trying for Jordan’s phone number.

Kyle welcomed Jordan and had her sit in the couch in his office. He took a seat in the chair beside the couch. He was surprised to see her lugging a big notebook with her.

“Coach Martin, thank you so much for allowing me to interview for this position with your team,” Jordan commented when they were settled.

“May I call you Jordan?” Kyle asked. “The coaching staff is pretty informal. We go by our first names around each other.” He chuckled. “Except for two of us. Larry Czarwinski, our defensive coordinator, goes by Coach C and most of the staff calls me Coach. That has been my nickname since high school.”

“Jordan for me and Coach for you,” Jordan agreed, smiling. “That works for me.”

“Tell me about your background,” Kyle asked. “How did you come to coaching? It is an unusual line of work for a woman.”

“Coaching runs in the family,” Jordan replied. “I’m a third-generation coach. My grandfather coached Pickerington Central for thirty-four years.” Pickerington Central High School is in Ohio.

“I’ve heard of them,” Kyle said. “They are a talented high school team.”

“My dad worked for my grandfather for a few years before getting his own high school head coaching shot. Dad did that for a few years until he was asked to step up and work at Kent State. He started coaching defensive backs in 2012.”

Kyle gave Jordan a funny look. She smiled. “I was lucky enough to travel with the team to Beaver Stadium when we played your team that year. Yeah, you trashed my dad’s backs. You had something like seven catches for 150-some yards and two TDs. I was afraid my dad might get fired after that day.”

“I kind of remember that game,” Kyle allowed. “It was a lot of years ago. You must have been pretty young then.”

“I was nine-years-old,” Jordan replied. “The atmosphere in that stadium was electric. I wanted to be a part of something like that. I decided that afternoon that I wanted to become a coach like Dad and Granddad.”

“We don’t get a 110,000 fans like Beaver Stadium, but the Linc, uh ... Lincoln Financial Field, holds 67,500 boisterous Philly fans each week. It is a great place to play some football.”

Kyle began asking questions about football philosophy, procedures and routines. Jordan was well prepared with answers to Kyle’s questions. She referred to her notebook numerous times as they spent the next twenty minutes talking football and coaching wide receivers. Kyle was impressed. This lady knew her stuff.

Kyle asked one of his key questions next. “What is the best way to motivate your receivers?”

“Well Coach, there is no one right answer to your question,” Jordan replied. “I’ve found that I need to get to know each individual under my charge. Motivation needs to be tailored to suit each player. What motivated you to your Hall of Fame career is not the same as the motivation that another receiver needs to excel. I need to know them well enough to understand how to motivate them. I hope that answer isn’t too vague, but it is the best I can give.”

“It is the perfect answer to my question,” Kyle replied, grinning widely. “The wrong answer would have been anything specific you said you would do to motivate all the receivers.”

“There is no substitute for getting to know your players,” Jordan said.

“Amen to that,” Kyle agreed. “So, I’ve been asking you questions for the past half hour. What questions do you have for me?”

“I was reviewing your current roster of receivers to prepare for this interview,” Jordan said. “I see one of the receivers is your nephew. Is there anything special I need to know about handling him?”

“Nope, not a thing,” Kyle replied. “Treat him just like any other player.” Kyle chuckled. “Maybe ride him a little harder. He has to live up to the reputation of the Martin clan.”

“You and your brother Andrew set that bar pretty high,” Jordan commented.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Kyle answered. “Other questions?”

She asked about compensation and benefits. She wanted to know about where most of the players and coaches lived.

“Do you have any more questions for me?” Kyle asked.

“Not really, except what’s next?” Jordan asked.

Kyle had a good feeling about Jordan through the interview. She was head and shoulders above the two he interviewed yesterday. She checked all the right boxes. He felt she would be an excellent addition to his coaching staff.

“Well, I guess what is next is ... will you accept the position of wide receivers coach for the Philadelphia Eagles?”

Jordan looked startled to get a job offer on the spot. “Um ... oh ... kay...” she stuttered before calming herself. “I have the job. Cool!”

“Welcome to the Eagles,” Kyle grinned.

“I guess I still have to ask ... what is next?”

“I’ll get you down the hall to the admin people so they can get your contract prepared,” Kyle said. “You can send it off to your agent and legal people. I am sure the contract will be fine. The Luries are generous to their coaches. Once they are working on preparing your contract, I will take you around and introduce you to the rest of the coaching staff. Then you can head back home to California to pack up and come back east.”

“That sounds like a plan, Coach,” Jordan agreed.

“Do you mind a personal question?” Kyle asked. Jordan agreed. “Why the notebook?”

“My grandfather taught me to do this,” Jordan laughed. “He’s old school. I jot down ideas whenever I get them. Periodically I put the notes into my notebook in categories, so I can reference my ideas easily later.”

“I do exactly the same thing, except I do them on my iPad,” Kyle responded. “Anyway, welcome aboard. I am glad to have you join my staff.”

“I am looking forward to learning under your leadership,” Jordan replied.

Tuesday, January 13, 2032 – Room 221, Avon Grove High School

Danny stuck his head in the door of the room and asked hesitantly, “Is this where the football team is meeting?” There were about fifteen juniors, sophomores and freshmen in the room, staring at a video on the wall. Chris Goebel was among the participants.

“Danny, welcome. It’s good you could make it,” Joey Phillips said. “Did your brother fill you in on what we are doing?”

“David explained a little,” Danny allowed as he walked into the classroom and took a seat beside Chris. “Dad and Coach Fritz used to do something like this with Coach Zack Hayes when they were our age.”

“Two NFL head coaches studied like this,” one of the guys laughed. “I think we’re on the right track, guys.”

“We’re breaking down video from our game last year against Strath Haven,” Joey explained. “We play them first and they are a very tough opponent.”

The teens got to work, commenting on how Strath Haven’s team operated and reacted to what the Red Devils did. One of the Strath Haven cornerbacks stood out.

Richardo Munez, a wide receiver, commented on the cornerback. Another guy laughed. “He was a senior last year. We won’t see him again.”

“Be careful,” Danny piped up. “The kid I faced in the JV game is good and will probably be playing cornerback for varsity next fall.”

“I know who you mean,” Chris Goebel added. “He almost picked you last year. We need to be careful if we pass to his side of the field.”

“There is a good reason we invited the two of you, Chris and Danny,” Joey Phillips interjected. “One of you two will likely be our starting quarterback on August 28th, when we line up against these guys.”

Breaking down the video continued. Danny was happy to be accepted by the older kids. This prep would hopefully pay off next fall for either him or Chris. Either way, it was good for Red Devil football.

Wednesday, January 14, 2032 – Lincoln University Pool

Avon Grove hosted Bishop Shanahan at their home pool at Lincoln University. The rivalry between the two schools was intense. Shanahan wanted revenge for the butt kicking they received at the end of last season. They were disappointed.

Without David, Shanahan might have had a chance. With David swimming for the Red Devils, they had no chance. The meet started off bad for the Shanahan Eagles. Avon Grove’s “A” and “B” teams placed first and second in the 200 Medley. The rout was on.

David took first in all four of his events. Mike Harris grabbed seconds in three of his events. Mason Ewing grabbed first in the 500 Freestyle. The Red Devils’ “A” team took first in both the 200 and 500 Freestyle Relays. Avon Grove may have been celebrating a little prematurely by the time the final 400 Freestyle Relay came. They led 101 to 54. Shanahan just squeezed by Mason Ewing on the anchor leg to take first. The final score was 105-Avon Grove, 64-Bishop Shanahan.

David came within three-hundredths of a second of matching his state record in the 200 IM. He tied his three-week-old record in the 100 Butterfly. He pushed his time lower in the 100 Breaststroke too. It was an excellent day for the Avon Grove team and their captain.

Wednesday, January 14, 2032 - Wentz Residence, West Grove, PA

It was 4:15 in the afternoon and Konnor Wentz was lying in bed beside his girlfriend of almost three months, Amanda Phillips. The pair were naked except for boxers and panties. They were locked in a tight embrace as they kissed and dry humped. Both teens were sweaty and horny as hell.

“Let’s try it,” Konnor pleaded. “I’ve got a rubber. I won’t knock you up, I promise.”

“We’re fourteen,” Amanda protested as she rubbed her bottom on the prominent bulge in Konnor’s boxers. “We’re too young to go all the way.”

“Lots of kids our age are doing it,” Konnor responded.

“Like?”

“Mila Becker and Ben Foltz,” Konnor offered.

“A slut and a loser,” Amanda countered.

“Joe Warren and Tammy Kurtz,” Konnor said. “Bill Yost and Jackie Williams.”

“Bill knocked Jackie up,” Amanda replied. “Bad example. All the people you are mentioning are sluts and pervs. Name one nice couple who has gone all the way.”

“Um ... Jake Steele and Allison North,” Konnor offered. He knew he shouldn’t say anything, but it might be the difference between him getting laid or not that afternoon.

“No way Allison North gave it up to Jake,” Amanda responded.

“Way!” Konnor insisted. “I’m friends with Jake’s best friend. Jake admitted he and Allison have done it multiple times. I swear to God.”

“Wow!” Amanda marveled. “I am amazed.” Konnor rubbed his erection hard against her wet slot. He could feel the lubricating juices preparing his girlfriend for fucking. Konnor fondled her titty as he stimulated her.

“I’ve got a rubber,” Konnor reasoned. “You can’t get pregnant. Your folks won’t be home for another hour. We have plenty of time. Let me slip it in. It will be fun, I promise.”

“I don’t know,” Amanda temporized. “Keep rubbing me.” Konnor did, spending the next ten minutes dry humping, petting and kissing his girlfriend. Amanda, stimulated beyond belief, seriously considered allowing Konnor to put his cock inside her. Would it hurt? What if the rubber came off or broke? Amanda wanted to feel his cock slide up into her. She was so horny and his cock felt so sweet sliding against her mons. Maybe they could do this.

Amanda suddenly remembered when her last period started. Two weeks ago. Fuck, she was probably fertile today. Any accident and Konnor would plant a baby in her belly and her life would end, as she knew it.

“We can’t go all the way today, Konnor,” Amanda declared between kisses. “It’s too dangerous. Maybe we can go all the way in a week when it is not so dangerous.”

“I have rubbers,” Konnor protested weakly. “It will be safe today.” He already knew from Amanda’s tone that she had reached a decision. No screwing today.

“Take off your boxers,” Amanda replied. “I want to see all of you.”

“Your rule is whatever clothes you take off, I have to take off too,” Konnor responded. “Fair’s fair.”

“Alright,” Amanda consented. Konnor rolled off Amanda and pulled his boxers off while she pulled off her pink panties. Amanda stared at the reddish pole sticking straight out from Konnor’s belly. It was about five inches long, a little more than an inch across and was crowned by a reddish purple, mushroom shaped head. Amanda marveled. Konnor wanted to put that big thing in her tiny hole.

“You’re huge,” Amanda gasped as she stared at his boner.

“Not that big,” Konnor replied. “Plenty of guys are my size.” Konnor still hoped to maneuver this situation around so he could plant his hard-on in Amanda’s juicy, wet pussy. He went to lay down beside her again. Amanda pushed him away.

“That big, bare cock doesn’t come anywhere near my pussy today,” Amanda warned. “You don’t understand how dangerous this is today. We get carried away and we make a baby.”

“Could we continue rubbing together like we have been?” Konnor suggested. “I bet it will feel better skin on skin than it does when boxers and panties in the way.”

“I am sure it would,” Amanda agreed. “That is what scares me.” Amanda knew it would feel fantastic to have Konnor’s big cock plough up and down through her slot. It would feel so good she might not object when he slipped it inside her pussy and fucked her. He’d come and she’d end up with a baby in her belly.

“I have rubbers,” Konnor pleaded. He already knew his chances were dwindling of losing his virginity that afternoon. “You won’t get pregnant.”

“No, it is too big of a chance today,” Amanda responded. “Maybe next week when it isn’t so dangerous.”

“Now what?” Konnor asked.

“You have been begging me to give you a blow job,” Amanda said. “I’d be willing to do that today. Do you want to?”

“Hell, yeah,” Konnor agreed enthusiastically. If he couldn’t fuck today, getting his first blow job was a good consolation prize. See your girlfriend naked and get a blow job. He would count today as a big win.

Amanda needed a lot of coaching but the blow job felt amazing. Konnor went home a satisfied boy that afternoon. Maybe he’d coax Amanda into going all the way next week, like she hinted. That would be sweet.

Amanda was sitting with her friends Brittany and Amber at lunch the next day. Mila Becker was sitting with the girls too.

“So, spill the beans,” Amber said. “How’d your afternoon with Konnor go? Did you to finally do the deed?”

“No, we did not,” Amanda replied. Her friends knew about the afternoon alone the two shared yesterday.

“Chicken out?” Brittany teased.

“It is a bad time of month, actually the worst,” Amanda replied. “Doing it yesterday would be foolish. I’d end up knocked up for sure. I may allow Konnor to go all the way next week, when it is safer.”

“Make sure he uses a rubber regardless,” Amber said.

“I will,” Amanda agreed.

“Did you hear the news about Julia Procter and Will Josephs?” Brittany asked.

“What?”

“They did it at a party Saturday night,” Brittany responded to Amber’s question.

“No crap?” Amanda said. “I heard some news too. Would you believe Jake Steele and Allison North have gone all the way, more than one time?”

“Allison North?” Amber said. “She’s a good Catholic girl. Those knees are locked tight.”

“Not anymore,” Amanda replied. “He’s doing her. I have it on good authority from Konnor, who is friends with Jake’s best friend.”

Mila listened to the gossip. Jake Steele? He was handsome and well built. That boy fucked? That would explain what she overheard that very morning. She had seen Jake and Allison stealing a kiss and grope in the hallway before school started when the hall monitors weren’t looking. It had been a seriously passionate kiss. She overheard Jake whisper to Allison, “It’s been ten days. I need you bad.” She saw Allison wink to Jake and say out loud. “I know. Me too.”

Hmmm ... Jake Steele fucked. He was a hunk and quite popular. Maybe she’d need to see if he was interested in a more experienced girlfriend. How much could a good Catholic girl like Allison know about satisfying a boy?

Mila was experienced. She had dated a junior last year when she was in eighth grade. The teen had introduced her to the pleasures of the flesh, and what pleasures they could be. She had slept with eight boys since her deflowering September, a year ago. Maybe Jake could be her next conquest.

Saturday, January 17, 2032 – Lasch Building, Penn State University

“I want to make sure you understand the purpose of a visit with a college football team,” Kyle stated as he pulled off the Route 322 bypass for the Porter Road exit. “You are here to learn about the university and the team. Their job is to sell you on why this place would be right for you, not for you to sell yourself to them. Do you understand the subtle difference?”

“That is why you got mad when I wore my Penn State jersey to breakfast?” Danny asked.

“Exactly,” Kyle agreed. “Wearing a team jersey on an unofficial visit would appear to be overeager.”

“I like the Penn State jersey Noah gave me, but I get it, Dad,” Danny agreed. “A Red Devils football jersey is OK?”

“It is.” Kyle headed towards campus, turning onto University Drive, passing the stadium, the Bryce Jordan Center and then turning onto Hastings Drive and into the parking lot in front of the Lasch Football Building. The two headed inside to the reception area.

Danny could not help being impressed as he walked in the front door. He was met with a curved wall of blue glass with three-foot-high white letters stating, “PENN STATE” with the Nittany Lion logo on the side. They turned to the left and saw the receptionist at the front desk.

“Good morning, Gwen,” Kyle called out.

“Coach Martin, welcome back,” Gwen replied. “It’s been what? A couple years since you were on campus?”

“About that,” Kyle agreed. “The Steelers sent me here for the 2029 Pro Day to look over a few kids we were considering drafting.”

“This must be Daniel,” Gwen noted as she leaned forward and offered her hand to Danny. They shook.

“Danny, this is Mrs. Stepanosky,” Kyle said. He gave his son a wink. “She’s the one who really runs this place. Do we start with the big boss today or with Mark?”

“Coach Markovich is expecting you,” Gwen replied. “The two of you will see Coach Burton later today.”

“Cool!” Kyle responded. “I think we can find our way there, assuming you haven’t moved the defensive coordinator’s office in the past few years.”

“It’s probably in the same spot as when you were a student here, Coach Martin,” Gwen said. Danny followed Kyle back past the reception area. Kyle paused briefly to look at the captain’s wall, which had a brick for each team captain in the Nittany Lions’ history.

Danny had no trouble finding his dad’s brick, marked, “Kyle D. Martin, 2012.” It was beside bricks for Uncle Trevor [Conwell] and Uncle Damian [Thompson]. He saw bricks commemorating Uncle Zack [Hayes], Uncle Aaron [Morano] and Uncle Book [Antwaan Booker] too. He noted a brick marked, “Mark J. Markovich III, 2015.” ‘So, Coach Markovich was a team captain like my dad,’ Danny thought as they continued back the hallway.

The two passed the doors to the “Martin Trust Academic Center” as they headed for the coaches’ office area of the building. Kyle and Penny had donated money to renovate and expand the academic center about six years ago. Danny was too young and had not been invited to the dedication ceremony.

“Hey, Coach, I guess you were expecting us,” Kyle said, smiling as he and Danny walked into Coach Markovich’s office.

“Coach, it is good to see you again,” Coach Markovich responded, rising from his desk and coming around to greet his guests. “You must be Daniel.”

“Coach Markovich, it is good to meet you,” Danny responded as he shook hands with the coach. Kyle and Mark shook hands too before Coach Markovich directed the two of them to chairs in front of his desk.

“I am so glad you came to visit Penn State this weekend, Daniel,” Coach Markovich said. “Do you go by Daniel or just Dan?”

“Dan is my grandfather,” Danny responded. “I am Danny to most of my friends and family. I guess Danny will do for this weekend.”

“Danny, you had a most impressive debut season playing junior varsity,” Coach Markovich noted. “You went 8-2 with your JV team.”

“Actually, I went 8-0 with the JV team,” Danny replied. “The other two games were forfeits when we did not field a JV team. Can I talk about what happened there, Dad?”

“You don’t need to,” Coach Markovich responded. “Your Coach Meyer and I were teammates and friends here when we played. I heard a little about the circumstances of the forfeits.”

“When I stepped back to the middle school team, I won both of those games too,” Danny explained. “I went undefeated last fall.”

“I am aware of that,” Coach Markovich said. “You are a dual threat at quarterback.” The coach proceeded to recite Danny’s rushing and passing statistics. Danny had twenty-four passing and fourteen rushing touchdowns in his fall season.

Kyle was impressed but not surprised to see that Coach Markovich was informed and well prepared for his meeting with Danny. Trevor, Damian and he had noted how bright and organized Mark was back in college when they were team captains and Mark was a freshman. None of them were surprised when Mark became a standout in college and in the NFL. He was equally accomplished since he retired and took up coaching. Coach Markovich was rumored to be the likely successor when seventy-year-old Nittany Lion head coach Bob Burton retired.

“I would like to give you a full tour of our facilities here at the Lasch Football Building,” Coach Markovich said, after completing his analysis of Danny’s statistics.

“That sounds good, Coach,” Danny agreed.

Coach Markovich took Danny and Kyle on a complete tour of the facilities. The first stop was the Nittany Lion Wall of Excellence. It had to be twenty feet high. The top row on the wall showed blue Penn State jerseys commemorating each of Penn State’s undefeated seasons, ‘87, ‘68, ‘69, ‘73, 86, ‘94, ‘13, ‘16, ‘22 and ‘23. Mark explained the first jersey was from the Lions’ inaugural season in 1887. The next five were from the twentieth century while the final four were from this century.

The next row was helmets commemorating the National Award Winners at Penn State. His dad had three helmets on the wall, one for his Maxwell Award, one for his Campbell Award and the last for his Biletnikoff award. All the helmets were marked with the year 2012.

Next row down was cleats for the All-Americans who played at Penn State. He spotted his dad’s cleats with the 2009, 2010, 2011 and 2012 dates inscribed on it. The final row was white footballs inscribed to recognize Penn State’s All-Academics. He saw his dad’s ball marked with his name and the years 2010, 2011 and 2012.

“You goofed off your first year in college?” Danny laughed as he touched the ball.

“You wait until you get to calculus, buddy,” Kyle responded with an evil laugh. “You’ll see.”

Coach Markovich grinned and added, “Mitah Mahk-O-wik, what is da heff of hex?” (Translation from fractured English: “Mr. Markovich, what is the f[unction] of X?)

“You had Bae too?” Kyle laughed. Danny looked perplexed as the two grownups laughed about their first calculus course. Finally, they explained about the Chinese grad student who taught the course. He barely spoke English and couldn’t explain his way out of a paper bag, much less explain calculus in a way a freshman undergrad could understand.

“Thank God for tutors at the academic center,” Coach Markovich laughed. “We will visit the Martin Academic Center later on the tour.” The they turned the corner and started up a sloped walkway past more blocks with names. “These are all the lettermen who played at Penn State.”

Danny had no trouble finding his dad’s block. Dad shared the block with Wesley Kennedy, Anthony King and Greg Nowicki. His dad’s name had “‘09-’12” behind it. The others had the years “‘10-’12” behind their names. Danny marveled. There had to be over two thousand names on that wall going back almost a hundred and fifty years, to 1883. Near the top of the ramp, he spotted a block with his cousins Noah and Connor Martin. Their names had the dates “‘28-’30” beside them.

At the top of the ramp, was another display of all the Penn State players who made it into the NFL. Danny found his dad’s name listed with other Denver Broncos, including Uncle Book [Antwaan Booker], Charlie Taylor and Coach Hayden, who worked for Dad now. His cousin Connor’s name was on the Tampa Bay Buccaneers list. Noah was on the bottom of the Viking’s list.

Coach Markovich escorted Kyle and Danny through double doors into the back of the team auditorium. The room was wedge shaped with theater style sloped seating. A lectern and a huge screen covered the front wall. The seats were captain’s chair style seats with tall backs. The Nittany Lion logo was embossed on the backrest of each seat. The coach conducted Danny and Kyle down to the front of the auditorium and had them take seats. He tapped a button on his phone.

The lights went down and a video played. It showed a view from high up in Beaver Stadium of a white-out crowd on game day. The band and cheerleaders were on the field. The music began as the crowd roared and Nittany Lions players ran onto the field.

“Can you imagine what it is like to run out from front of 115,256 people?” Coach Markovich asked dramatically. “Do you see yourself being a part of this long and glorious tradition, Danny?”

“I can see it, Coach,” Danny gushed. “I can see it.” The crowd’s roar continued and the band played on quietly in the background. Coach Markovich stood in front of Danny.

“Penn State is a member of the Big Ten, one of the best conferences in college football. We consistently place in the top twenty-five in polls, usually in the top ten. We play in the championship bowl series many years and have won seven national championships.

“We play against top teams like Michigan, Ohio State and USC nearly every year. Penn State is noted for top academics too. Our team has an 89% graduation rate, of which we are extremely proud. We combine the best in the social aspects, academic aspects and the athletic aspects of being a collegian. What better place is there to play college football than here in State College?”

“I don’t know, Coach,” Danny responded.

“There isn’t,” Coach Markovich added. He tapped his phone and the video stopped and the lights came on. “Let’s head over to the snack bar and weight room.” Kyle couldn’t help but be impressed with the excellent salesmanship Mark showed. If he wasn’t out of college eligibility and his knees weren’t so creaky, he would be ready to sign up and play for Penn State again.

[I know ... I know. Before you write me and remind me that the maximum attendance at Beaver Stadium was only 110,889 in 2018 when Penn State hosted Ohio State, don’t write. I have every confidence in the next decade and given money to be made, Penn State will find a way to shoehorn a few more thousand fans into Beaver Stadium. Doug Fox]