They come daily to Lenny Wagner, either through email or a knock on his office door at SRJC. They come bearing gifts — themselves. They can run like a deer fleeing for its life or they can catch a butterfly blindfolded or they hit you so hard you start praying for your momma. They are so good, so determined, you wonder how the University of Alabama missed them. So, certainly, obviously, they can play for a junior college.
Over the past few months SRJC's head football coach guessed he has received queries or outright you-gotta-have-me from about 500 high school graduates. Maybe more, he thinks, it happens so frequently. Every day they come to him, from everywhere in the United States. From Florida, Michigan, Maryland, Washington, Missouri, Colorado, Tennessee, Alabama, Arizona, places so far away you can even assume they might not know that Santa Rosa is in California.
Which is the assumption with this email: It began "Watch the Beast," followed by a web address. That was it, that was the entire email. No greeting. Nothing like "I've heard about your program." No identifying words, like, um, a name. What position does he play? What state did he play in? Nada, Zip. This one had "Dear Occupant" written all over it. Wagner might have watched The Beast video if he was led to believe he was looking for Big Foot.
Another player set Wagner an email that was a web address link. That was the entire email. Didn't even tell Wagner to Watch The Beast. Or Watch A Movie. Or Go Eat A Hamburger.
On the flip side, a kid from the Central Valley sent a 340-word email that included everything except his favorite color.