OT: Recruiting with John Farley

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Let’s head back to when Deion Redman was recruited. You remember him sliding by C-bus stopping into Hardee’s on his way down 80 looking to split down to 71. Deion wasn’t a normal big time recruit. Most of those guys are pre-madonna’s and can strut sitting down that stop Dave and Sandy from being in on “the drop”. Deion wasn’t like that. I bonded with Deion early on for whatever reason and he wouldn’t lie to me. When every Chuck, Dan, and Charlie were up in arms on Rivals, Scout and Phil Steel and nobody knew which end was the head and which end was the tale, Deion was a straight shooter. The weekend on “the beach” that all those “we’re gonna burn this league down” happened, I wasn’t worried. One reason. Mom trusted truth-tellers. She was all gurgle and no guts. So you get that prayer group that had more twists than a pretzel factory, oh by golly by golly it was slicker than a boiled onion. So it turned her off. Don’t confuse the script, she sang her hallelujah, but she never did like Bon Jovi. And Brother Ricky, didn’t take care of Bubbles either. But look at his mom and Don’s face. He knew he was not impressing mom and he had no chance. So Mike Robinson called me and we exchanged some thoughts and I tweeted out that he committed before he could commit at his ceremony. I got a lot of flak from the twit-hards (thanks Ron Goldman and @IHartBeenieBabies), but that’s the problem, you know, this recruiting businesses want to take a kids moment but I never did believe it doing that. So they are all at his ceremony. I’m not there, not because I’m scared. But I already tweeted my thoughts. The services should remember that.

Anyway, I started hearing rumors of what went on at the caf. Even went down there to check it out. The food changing hands was so expansive it could eat a monkey’s uncle. Especially in the wash room.

Again, credit cards go in wallets.

I had several people question why a Wolverine would work for a Buckeye recruiting site. And the answer is a simple one. I owe three baby mama’s child support, I owe Tony or else he’s gonna break my knees, my own mama jumping down my throat saying she’s gonna kick me out the house if I don’t start pulling my share, and cocaine is a hell of a drug. I tried to do good for that place, you can see it in my writings. With the red tape in from of me. You have to understand. One thing. Guys have egos. Big egos. Real big egos. Dr Dre. Featuring Hittman. Chronic. 2001. Released in 1999. But I was told Jack was the guy and important coverage. Kids and commits they wanted to call. Seen not tasted or something. But I did what I did. Wrote what was told. Reported what was given. Jack and Mitch Connelly point plank for Fran Consaco. That was the turn of the tides. When I’m told “don’t worry about him we got the makers mark”, I know recruiting. I know what that means. I’m not drikning right nwo. NWO. NEW WORLD ORDER!

There have been several rumors, I won’t say if they are true or false, but here is a list:

Gamecube

Trips to Taco Bell without parent consent

Money on the table

Money under the table

Light bulbs

Answer your phone

Bird is the word

More things are going to be said. That’s just the list of it. I won’t say what rumors have been or will be, but there will be more:

Guacamole Garden

Roids at the ranch

Really, Big Ego’s is one of the best songs on that album

Etc

I’m a firm believer that everything has a reason. Mistake are made. I saw a few. You saw a few. We’ve all seen a few, done a few, robbed people, killed people, murdered people, a few.

As I said before, I got bitches to pay, hoes to sway, and Cocaine to sniff all day. That’s everything to me. And if you cross me I will creep up to your house at night, shoes a size or two bigger so they can’t trace the prints, break into your bedroom, stomp your bitch ass and unload the clip cause it’s getting real real up in here.