Talk if you can back it up

"I hope that I not only look good for college but that I get to perform in other ways as well." Precedes your handshake. "I hope so, too. I know your father. He was an exceptional talent. If it wasn't for this injury, he could have been a great one." He points you in the direction of the red brick building that will be your future home.

You walk down the hallway and stop in front of the first door. "It wasn't Coach who wanted you, it was me who convinced him you could step up. Forget about your high school days, this is college, different rules apply here. Start thinking about what position you want to play and take into account that Coach always lines up strictly on merit."

The old man opens the door and a view of a small but well-equipped apartment lies before you. He hands you an envelope and disappears.