Koopa
02-01-2006, 09:19 PM
i thought this was a very good article, i really like foote and i think he's gonna have a very good game in his home town too
DETROIT -- The scholarship offers came pouring in. Michigan knew it had a jewel in its back yard and wanted the kid in the worst way. Nebraska coach Frank Solich practically lived at Pershing High School on this city's rugged east side. UCLA made a big push. Nebraska. Colorado. Tennessee ...
It was enough to make an immature high school senior's head spin.
"What do you think I should do, coach?" young Larry Foote asked Stephon Thompson in 1998.
"Good kids stay home, Larry," Thompson told him. "You have nothing to run from. You're a good person."
It's funny, Thompson and Foote had a much different conversation a couple of years earlier in a hallway at Pershing.
Actually, it wasn't much of a conversation at all.
It involved the back of Thompson's right hand and the side of Foote's head.
"He was running with some knuckleheads at the time," Thompson remembered. "I asked him why he wasn't in class. He kind of smiled at me and said, 'Don't worry, coach. I'm getting there.' "
Smack!
click on the link to get the rest, there's a shitload more to the story
http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06032/647605.stm
DETROIT -- The scholarship offers came pouring in. Michigan knew it had a jewel in its back yard and wanted the kid in the worst way. Nebraska coach Frank Solich practically lived at Pershing High School on this city's rugged east side. UCLA made a big push. Nebraska. Colorado. Tennessee ...
It was enough to make an immature high school senior's head spin.
"What do you think I should do, coach?" young Larry Foote asked Stephon Thompson in 1998.
"Good kids stay home, Larry," Thompson told him. "You have nothing to run from. You're a good person."
It's funny, Thompson and Foote had a much different conversation a couple of years earlier in a hallway at Pershing.
Actually, it wasn't much of a conversation at all.
It involved the back of Thompson's right hand and the side of Foote's head.
"He was running with some knuckleheads at the time," Thompson remembered. "I asked him why he wasn't in class. He kind of smiled at me and said, 'Don't worry, coach. I'm getting there.' "
Smack!
click on the link to get the rest, there's a shitload more to the story
http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06032/647605.stm