"No, my dear, it's all right," my dad said, oozing smarmy preacher charm. “Just wanted to meet the coaches and see if they had any training recommendations for my son. I’m Reverend Joseph Schola Junior. Joseph Schola the third is the tall, handsome fella. He's not just a fine linebacker, he's also a talented quarterback. Well, why don't I let him introduce himself?”
Mel grabbed my extended hand with a firm, confident grip.
"I'm Joey Schola, ma'am. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”