Chapter 14: Violet

Around nine o'clock that night we all head to O'Brien's. It's a little dive bar a few blocks from campus where a lot of college students hang out. Well, the ones who are twenty-one or, at the very least, have a decent fake ID. The rest stick to campus and the inevitable victory parties that will take place up and down Greek Row. It seems like all of Barnett has turned out to help celebrate. Even if you're not a football fan, it's as good as any excuse to get together with friends and have a few drinks.

I'm happy for the guys, happy their last year playing together is turning out to be a season for the record books, one they'll remember for the rest of their lives. Hell, I think everyone at Barnett will remember it.

Sam is a first-string left tackle. It's his job to protect the QB's blindside on passing plays and counter-act the pass rush of defensive ends. The only reason I know that is because I've spent more than my fair share of time with my ass in the bleachers, hollering