Dear Charlie:
Other people here, well, they talked about you. They said some things that flatly weren't very nice.
But, me? I believed.
When you told me that you understood the NFL and that you would give my son every lesson he needed to achieve his dream of playing in the NFL, well, I looked at those Super Bowl rings on your fingers and I knew that nothing talks so much as someone who has been there.
My husband just told me that one of those nice young men just went as the 14th pick of the round to Denver, fourth time around. I don't know why the fans don't give you more respect. After all, 14 sounds pretty good to me with so many teams around. Maybe when you come to recruit our other boy you can explain what he had to go around 4 times.
Our boy playing for you means everything to my husband. He spent thousands of hours helping our boy rise to the top of high school kids around the country, so that you could come and recruit him. When I told him I'd ask you about what the player had to run around, he got the first genuine happy look on his face that I have seen there for a long time. He's an avid duck hunter and I think he must be hoping you'll have the time to go out with him. He's cleaning his guns right now. Do you like duck hunting?
Charlie, thanks for not letting us parents down. I feel so confident my boy will achieve his dream under your schematic whatever it is.
Thanks also for agreeing to let Skippy call the first offensive play this year. He relieved himself on that picture you sent right next to the goal post behind you. My husband seems to think that Skippy wants you throw for it on first down. Skippy's a great dog and I am sure that, if he survives the cancer until the first game, it's gonna mean everything to him and your fans to know you gave him this recognition for 22 years sitting on that pillow watching the Irish play.
God bless you and the Irish!
Best wishes,
Mom
