This was a text message just intercepted from Urban!!
Urban & Deonte: Love in Texts
By Andrew Abramson | Friday, April 20, 2007, 02:33 AM
Brace yourselves, folks, because I was able to intercept one day of text messages’ from Urban Meyer to Deonte Thompson, sent in January. Thanks to the NCAA’s decision to ban text messaging between coaches and players, Deonte was part of the lost crop of recruits to text with his suitors. It wasn’t pretty.
4:47 a.m.: Deonte, not sure if yur up yet, but it’s really nice to stare at the sky just b4 sunrise. Can’t wait to hear from u later.
5:39 a.m.: Great sunrise. You’ll luv the way the sun shines on the Swamp after u score a game-winning TD.
7:02 a.m.: Just taking the championship trophy out for a jog. Holler.
8:22 a.m.: Hry, I googled the name Deonte and it says “Deonte is a very rare male first name.” Very fitting for a rare, natural athlete with your immense talent.
9:12 a.m.: Good luck in Spanish class. Azul y anaranjado.
10:31 a.m.: Yo Rainey, got a woman here in Gville has some free clothes and jewelry for u.
10:33 a.m.: Sorry Deonte, sent the wrong message. U my boy.
12:01 p.m.: Foley says we can refer to the Swamp as the Muck every Tuesday in odd months. I’m looking out for ya bud.
1:44 p.m.: I dug up your old middle yearbook. That was a great 7th grade portrait, you have a superb smile.
3:11 p.m.: How was school? Been thinking about you. Lata.
4:44 p.m.: Just had a debate with coach Gonzales over best receiver other than Rice. He said Lynn Swann. I said Deonte Thompson - who’ll stop him in my spread offense?
5:42 p.m.: Stopping at the drive thru at Taco Bell, thought I’d catch u in between the money window and the food pickup. I bet you’re a fire sauce kinda guy.
7:05 p.m.: Hey, it’s me, just wanted to let u know that you’re a special guy.
8:12 p.m.: How’s the HW going? Text me back if you need any help.
9:31 p.m.: Just got out of the shower. I stood there for so long imagining you exploding in our offense, that the water went cold. Had to go next door to Billy’s and wash off the soap. We swapped championship rings - you ever seen one of those things? They’re huge and shiny and there’s a lot of them going around at UF.
10:42 p.m.: G’Night Deonte, sorry if I didn’t text you enough, it’s just been a really long day. Text me if you have any nightmares about Bowden and his prehistoric offense - heard he roamed with the dinosaurs. And get this (I’m soooo serious!): Bobby B doesn’t know how to send text messages.
OK, so maybe I didn’t receive the exact transcript word for word. But this should give you a glimpse into the ridiculous world of texting between coaches and high school recruits, a world that won’t exist much longer. We’ll all be better for it.
Wish I could claim this, but It certainly is FUNNNNY!!
