Dear Diary.

I think I finally figured out what a Hokie is. It’s a two faced, starting job promising liar. We believe in you Sean, your our guy Sean. Tyrod is being redshirted Sean. You’re the starting QB this year Sean.” Gee Wiz Sloth, I mean Frank, that’s what you said last year. Frankly I should have known better, but I figured, this is my senior year. I was supposed to be the big man on campus. Driving around in my newly supped up pimpmobile.

My mom went and got all dolled up to sit in the parents section, and my pops even got himself a new camera. But now thanks to Frank and his Indian giving ways my dad has gotten sick of taking pictures of me on the sidelines. As a result, lately mom and I have found some pictures on his phone that we find a little disconcerting.

It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. My first ever pass was for a touchdown. I’ve been carried off the field in the arms of Cheerleaders dammit, one of which I even touched her boob. And not just grazed, but an open hand cup for at least 3 battleships, documented by photographic proof. The world was my oyster.

Ever since that LSU game its been downhill. Well EXCUSE ME for losing on the road to the eventual National Champions. What was I thinking getting burned for 48 points, oh wait I DON’T PLAY DEFENSE. One bad game and you bring in the Freshman.

Him and his fancy feet. Don’t they realize if he wants to run with the ball 90% of the time, we have a position for that. Heck, I will even hand it off to him. But noo.. a running quarter back reminds everyone of the good ole days. They called him the second coming of Vick. Not the trouble maker one, the other one. You know, the one that has only been arrested once, granted the jail sentence was longer but still he waited until after college to disgrace his team.

Regardless, I sucked it up, though it was confusing at times, I was a team player and not only did I take our team to the ACC championship game, but we won the damn thing. I guess I had a decent game, I mean some would probably consider winning THE ACC CHAMPIONSHIP MVP OF THE GAME to be outstanding and a testament to my abilities as a QB. Oh, but not Frankie boy. One little stumble this year against ECU, and I was almost kicked off the team. After sputtering to a 3-0 lead over 1AA Furman; Frank basically hid my jersey from me at halftime. I said screw that, I’ll make my own. That’s what you call ingenuity, it’s a trait leaders possess. Look it up Frank, and while you are doing that look up in the stands and see all of the #7 jerseys looking back at you.

Sure some of them are left over Vick jerseys that people are either too cheap or too lazy to replace. Not that they have to replace the whole jersey, but for $11.99 you could have the Vick nameplate removed, and a Glennon one sewn in its place. Heck for $6 you could just sew the Glennon plate on top of the vick plate. I priced it out in town at MISH MISH and they said they could give us a better deal if we did it in bulk. So let’s get off our butts people, the season hangs in the balance. And I hate to break it to ya, but the Hokie Pokie aint helping no one.
I just hope when Frank and his buddy Tyrod, are Thelma and Louising Hokie Nation off a cliff that if called upon, I can summon some of my ACC MVP football prowess to muster them out of whatever jam Sloth got them into.

Until then, don’t choke

Glennon out!!