The lowdown on Corey
The lowdown on Corey
"It's like a party there before a game, the fans are crazy." Corey Robinson
We met Corey at the Spring Game. I mentioned it before, but not in this kind of detail. I can tell you that Corey is a conservative 6'4". He is 6'4" going on 6'6". But that isn't what is impressive about him. I shouted out when I saw him waiting on bathroom duty for my three youngest, and he came over to talk. What a great, intelligent soft spoken guy! I didn't try to draw out the conversation, but he introduced himself to my kids and shook their hands, repeated their names, and really made them feel special. He spent five or ten comfortable minutes with us and didn’t seem to be in a hurry.
The really telling thing was that Hunter Biven saw this and walked over. They hadn't met, and he introduced himself to Corey. He was obviously trying to help Corey out. They hugged, and Corey looked him in the eye, and said he would see him later. The impressive things were Hunter is the kind of guy that changes the lighting in the room like a cloud passing before the sun; he came over to protect his playmaker! And Corey was in control of himself, enjoying the hell out of himself, and so skilled in communication and at ease with people that it was awesome. I cannot believe that he is only 16 or 17.
Last, I asked him for one piece of inside information. He recoiled and I laughed, and said, "So what do you think? Do you have some growing left, or are you done? How tall are you going to end up?" He chuckled and vigorously confirmed he would be (quite a bit) taller when he suits up at ND. He said long term he thought he would end up closer to his dad’s height than his current height. I also, told him that what I am beginning to like about him catching is the way he attacks the ball and uses his body against the defender. I told him he reminded me of Tyler Eifert. I told him he could be just as good. I was floored by his response. He told me he would work at it with everything he had. Everything is affirmative . . .
Now here is the most important dynamic to this whole day. I have had a hard time keeping this a secret for the last month, (almost.) I didn’t tell Corey this, and a few of you may have heard this, but my son Brendan was born on February 5, 2006 at exactly 6:47 PM. That was during Superbowl XL, after Seattle had kicked a field goal, and Pittsburgh began its opening drive. At the time Brendan was born, I mean exactly, the Bus ran the ball, like four times in a row, gaining two first downs. I considered it an Act of God. So they cleaned Brendan up a little later and thought that it would be “cute” for father and son to watch a little football together. I never saw anything like it, a newborn so intently watching the TV screen, getting excited at the game, and blowing out his diaper and the like. But he loved it! Then they started talking about this kid from Toledo, who was starting his first game for the Steelers and doing quite well.
It was Nate Washington, Jr. Within two years Nate was a believer. He moved in two doors from where we all lived at the time. He saw it week in and week out. If Brendan wanted to go down and bother Nate he was going to do very well. If not, oh, well. Nate since moved out when he was traded to Tennessee. And I moved after that. But in those early years, if Brendan was interested in a game, or content, whether it was the Steelers or our Irish, they would win. If Brendan was colicky or bored, God forbid he ever act like he did the day of the ND-Tulsa game, ever again! He was insufferable. So here is the deal; he has almost a hundred percent accuracy in predicting losses, and is quite accurate with wins too. Sometimes his indifference is hard to characterize. I mean here are the players whose hand he shook, Zack Martin, Tyler Eifert, and Michael Floyd. See? He is absolutely a good luck omen! Now Corey. You tell me.
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