Lorenzo Carter, of Norcross, Ga., is the third-ranked defensive end in the class of 2014. (Mark LoMoglio/Icon SMI)
Recruiting is just so, so weird. With National Signing Day fast approaching, coaches often put the full-court press on prospects -- and sometimes resort to last-gasp measures to show kids they really care. Recently, assistants from both Florida and Florida State went up to the state of Georgia to attend Lorenzo Carter's basketball game. Carter is the 36th-ranked overall recruit, and the third-ranked defensive end, in the class of 2014, according to Rivals.com. He plays for Norcross High, a pretty good basketball program in its own right.
And, well, things got strange. Like Arrested Development-level awkward.
Via Michael Carvell of The Atlanta Journal-Constitution:
New Florida State defensive coordinator Charles Kelly sat next to Carter’s mother. Only a few feet away, Florida assistant Joker Phillips was strategically sitting next to Carter’s family.
Because there was such a small crowd for the road game at Mountain View High School, it was hard not to notice. It looked a little bit awkward from afar seeing all the rival coaches with different-colored shirts around Carter’s parents but it didn’t appear to be confrontational situation.
It was just another competitive day in the wacky world of recruiting.
Don't get me wrong, the idea of being in a high school basketball gym with students and parents wearing one color, and coaches in two different sets of alternate colors surrounding a recruit's family is great visual imagery. And it would make for some great situational comedy in the hands of a guy like Larry David. Honestly, though, it seems like the tactic probably wouldn't help a program's case very much.
I'm not a parent yet and won't be for quite some time, but I wouldn't go to my kid's basketball game to talk to college coaches about my son's recruitment. I'd go to watch him play. Having the assistants right there, strategically placed, would likely do more harm than good. To see them sitting across the bleachers or a few rows away, watching silently, eating a hot dog or whatever -- that's fine. Then they can come up, say hello, and let the prospect know they care. But the smothering, suffocating feeling of having them right there for two hours? Nope.
But hey, that's #crootin.