Monday morning quaterback
I held an interview recently with a young man, a very young man, who surprised me.
He was born sometime after I graduated high school so I didn’t really like him from the start.
He’s a good looking kid, strike 2.
He was a star athlete in high school and college- earning All- American rankings more times than I ever did my homework.
And then to top it off, he was really, really nice.
Now I was really beginning to hate him.
Many interviews I have with athletes are filled with the expected cliché comments that you would expect, like “gonna’ give it 110% percent”, “There's no ‘I’ in team” “God willin’ we’ll put a ‘W’ on the page”- and every other Bull Durham quote they can come up with.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, after all, the kids I interview are typically young- high school or college age. Between classes, part time jobs, and deciding who to take to the next dance (or whatever it is kids do these days) talking to a reporter for the local weekly probably doesn’t receive the advanced preparation that I would like to believe is necessary.
So last week, when I made arrangements to meet Travis Brennion at a local Mexican restaurant, I was expecting the typical responses to the typical questions- recalling the glory days of small town high school life and the challenges of college life away from home.
I was disappointed. And I have never been so happy to be disappointed in my life.
Mr. Brennion is a very likeable, very respectful young man that spoke with such admiration for his parents, such passion for his college, and such hope for his future that I walked away from the table with a deep respect for those that guided him and for a genuine interest for his future accomplishments.
Now my job is to learn how, and remember to capture these things in future assignments.