39 - You're Sleeping In His Bed

It seemed like Fletch and I were both just constantly being pulled in different directions. He was now 20, and recruiters and scouts were stalking him like prey. Of course, the 49ers were his only interest. Over the next semester and the course of football season, different teams were trying to meet with him, and trying to get him to go visit their operations. It was exhausting for us both and because of Scott’s directive, I couldn’t go with him.

The promises of fame, money, endorsements, etc., none of it mattered to me, but I would see that twinkle in Fletch’s eye every time he came home. I didn’t want to admit what was starting to stare me in the face, but our lives were pulling us in very different directions.

Either he was flying off somewhere or Toby was coming to fly me to D.C. I insisted that I could get there on my own just fin