letter from Yale for Freddie...we laugh, "hmm, let's hold out for the Princeton letter."
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and i imagine freddie in a sweatshirt with yale plastered across his chest. carrying books to and from games--ever studying. this would be the experience. this is what it would be mean to go to a yale...coaches competing not with the normal distractions of the college experience but with academics, with standards and values that roar just as loudly as sport.
is this who he is? unknown. does the intellectual side of him rage more passionately?
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jefferson and i had spoken earlier in the day to catch-up on his unattended to mishaps that were now in the stage of mails to the house. we laughed. "what did you do?", "no, it's like nothing.", "what did you do--what is this?", "like, like. .... ok. like it's like if you and steve were under 21 (laughing)--like that's not even possible, but, like if that were possible and you ran a red light and they breathalized me even tho i was the passenger." (uhm, ja. ok.) i said, "you're not my son". "how do you figure that zane?", "this was after totalling your car or before?" (nervous laughter), "after...uuuh!!!!". "not my son..." and the banter forth and back. i love this child but gahd...fashooey. someday he'll acknowledge the rules apply. at least on this, the conversation ended with he had fixed the issue with school and was good on fun tickets (fun tickets=money...which is generally what our conversations are about). he asked about the usual stuff...freddie and college. he's excited for his brother--very. we chatted about steve, about me..."still looking in ny?", "...after bellarmine, it wouldnt be fair to freddie, to steve" and so on.
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i called him back to let him know about yale..."get outta here...wow...wow." and then, "ny may just work out for you.", "may work out for all of us--you wouldn't have to live with 8 guys in a two bedroom apartment for a year. steve could run to CT and visit freddie. i can wander aimlessly in the rush". {laughter}
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very very lucky. amazingly so.