Role Playing

Even though our loss to Wake Forest could hurt our chances of going undefeated this year, I am not too down about it.  At first it made me a little sad, but so did Adele’s “21” album, and I have turned out to like that just fine.

Even if I wanted to sit around and cry like Lesley Gore at her own birthday party I couldn’t; our next game is right around the corner. Bearing that there is no unexpected papal conclave, this weekend we will travel to Louisville, Kentucky to take on a College of Cardinals. Even though it is pretty funny that their city was originally named after a baseball bat manufacturer, I will not be taking any “swings” at them for that now because today—like most other days—is about me.

If you didn’t catch the first two games of the season, you should know that I played all four quarters of the 62-0 bashing of Elon, and sat out the entirety of the heart wrenching loss to Wake Forest. However, if you have watched the first two games, then let’s just let this moment serve as acknowledgement of the information we both realize, and continue this conversation keeping that information in mind, yet not writing it down, or sharing it in any way.

The way that our depth chart is constructed, the players who are not expected to contribute heavily in the game are put on the “scout team” during that week of practice. Over the course of the week, the scout team runs the plays and becomes the players that we will face on Saturday. As a backup quarterback and member of the scout team, this week I was given the responsibility of preparing the team for Louisville’s sophomore QB, Teddy Bridgewater. I realize that not everyone can play on Saturday, and sometimes you have to take on other roles for the betterment of the team (Big team, little Caleb). With this in mind, I dove head first into what became the “role play” of a lifetime.

By looking at our mug shots, there is obviously one glaring difference between Teddy and me. It is okay to admit this difference; nobody is going to think less of you. I am going to be honest; initially, I too thought this portrayal would be near impossible given the certain barrier that separates Mr. Bridgewater and myself. However, the more time I took to examine these photos, the more I realized that my appreciation for classy attire shouldn’t stop me from nailing this performance. Is it a little awkward that I wore a suit and tie to picture day, when Teddy only wore a t-shirt? Yes. Nonetheless, with my acting range, I knew that any portrayal was possible.

If you know anything about me, you know that I take preparation very seriously. This week in order to prepare for Louisville, I became Teddy Bridgewater. On and off the field, I was him. I wrote papers, threw touchdowns, and signed babies—all as Teddy Bridgewater. I even wired all the money my parents sent me for food to Teddy Bridgewater’s bank account. I haven’t had a substantial conversation in days because anytime that someone insists on calling me “Caleb,” I walk out of the room. I do all this simply because I am a man grounded by values. For example, one of my basic moral principles is that anytime I have the opportunity to make myself look good, I take advantage of it. This week was one of those special opportunities. Think about it, if Teddy balls out against our defense on Saturday, it will make me look good because, well, I basically am Teddy. On the contrary, if Teddy doesn’t do so hot, it will make me look like I did a tremendous job getting the D ready for the game. That, my friends, is what you call a win-win. Tru.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you, Mr. Bridgewater, for the opportunity to be you for a week. If you would like to thank me back for the massive amount of spectacular plays I made as you this week—on and off the field—you can reach me at CribCalls@gmail.com

Also, before I go I want to make a special shout out to Appalachian State safety Patrick Blalock who pulled down his first career interception last weekend to seal the Mountaineers 35-27 win over Montana. If you didn’t already know, Pat is what I like to call crib. Finally, last but not least, an extra-special shout out to my fellow scout teamers who were right there with me this week treating our defense the same way Marshawn Lynch treats Darren Sharper.

Scout team.

Crib.

Until Next Time,

C

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