So the kid decided in the fall, after the first team meeting, that he was done, that he no longer felt the kind of burning desire that was necessary to compete at the college level.
So he hung up his cleats.
He's home for the weekend and tells us, for the first time, that he can't believe how much he misses it. Apparently he's been in touch with some of his old coaches, trainers and instructors. One of them has found a spot for him this summer in a competitive men's league that allows a limited number of college players per team. He's going to spend the rest of the school year getting back into game ready shape and play in that league this summer.
He says this isn't about playing for his program again. He has no illusions that the coaches would welcome him back anyway, not after he told them he was done, and not after missing a year of development anyway. Says he's not sure he would even want that. But he can't believe how much he misses being between the lines. He said the intensity of it took him by surprise.