That VT game was my frosh year. For my brother (Sr), it was a disappointment but for me & my friends in our first month of college, it was an amazing thrill. Fortay was #2 QB recruit in the country but transferred home from Miami after Dennis Erickson took over for Jimmy Jobnson. He made a big stink about it because he thought he should play over Gino Toretta who won the nat'l title one year and the heisman the next. His lawsuit in many ways was a precursor to the amateur/pro debate going on now. Nevertheless, it was a bit of a surprise that Lucas gave him a run for his $ for PT given that whole very public debacle. Ray was a great athlete & competitor- and seemed easier to root for. Fortay seemed like Tom Savage; groomed to be this stud pro-QB but something about him felt too calculated or something.
The history on Graber is on point; the team had enormous talent from NJ but kids constantly flunking out or getting in trouble, etc. Willis leaving for the NFL early was both stupid on his part and very damaging to RU's chances after Graber.
'95 was supposed to be the year it came together. Lucas, Presley, Willis, Battaglia, Funderburk, Harper were all legit weapons but importantly, the OL was stacked w/Srs, 3 or 4 who were pre-season all conference & projected draft picks.
Here's a quite lengthy story of my run-in with the OL & summer of '95
Summer before the season starts, I sublet the apt I had rented for my senior year to three of the OL. I came back in the fall, opened the closet and there was the biggest sneaker I've ever seen in my life sitting there. Just one. The recliner my roommate had gotten from his grandmother looked like it had been sat on by a giant and was flattened- like in a cartoon.
They had skipped on the last month of rent because summer camp started in Aug and so they didn't need the place. I literally called my contact dozens of times through August trying to track him down. It was before cell phones and I had very little info to go on. When I did reach him, he flatly refused.
Finally, I reached his grandmother and told her what was going on but she seemed sweet and I didn't consider it her problem. Decided I had to go to see this guy for myself when I got on campus. I had no idea where he might be, so I went to the weight room one afternoon and started asking around. One of the coaches basically stopped me in my tracks and told me he wasn't there. When I asked if I could go inside, he looked at me like I was crazy. I should mention that I had shoulder length hair at the time and weighed 165 lbs so didn't exactly fit in with the crew. I told the coach I needed to see him because he owed me money. He told me in no uncertain terms that they had work to do and get lost. Terrell Willis gave me the skunk-eye while he flexed at me which I thought was kind of unnecessary, but cool at the same time.
At this point, I was pissed. I decided to go where this guy lived and take a shot at confronting him there. I went to resident services and they said they couldn't disclose the residence of a student. Told them my sob story and the person gave it to me. It was on Cook and I asked one of my roommates to come with me for the trip. Not sure I knew what would happen- I figured he wouldn't be able to reneg on his commitment if he had to look me in the eye or something.
I knock on the apt door and ask for the guy. There are 6 or 7 football players playing a video games and goofing around. All of them look at us like we have two heads apiece.
This is basically the exchange:
"I need the money for the rent".
"I don't have it"
"You need to get it"
"I only needed the apt for 2 months"
"I don't care - the lease was for 3"
"I don't have the money"
"Don't make me have to force you"
Long, very awkward silence....I look back at my friend who looks at me blankly and everyone is leaning in to see if this is about to escalate.
"You- you are gonna force me?"
Another awkward silence
"Yeah, you know...I'll take you to court!"
"I don't have the money. Do what you want, nothing I can do"
I walk out and my friend and I exhale.
Next day I go to student services nearly apoplectic. They say - not our area, go to small claims court. I go into town, file paperwork and get a court date for us to appear and it gets sent to him. Several days (weeks?) go by and nothing. Finally, the night before the court appearance around 11 PM the phone rings.
"Yo. How much do I owe you?"
"$750"
"Ok, I'm coming over".
He comes by and silently places a check in my hand from his grandmother's account. Now I am faced with a question- trust that the check is good and skip the court appearance or wake up early and go to the court appearance in the morning? I decide to go to court and win by default. I ask them what does that mean and they say, basically, nothing. The only thing they could do is put his name on file so if he ever wanted to purchase property in middlesex cty he would have to pay me back first.
That's when I realized the threat of court can often be more effective at achieving justice than the actual court system.
That season, I found a way to put my personal grievance aside and root for the team. It was easy rooting for Battaglia and Lucas and Willis was so electrifying it was hard not to get excited. The OL vastly underachieved that season and I think only one got drafted and made it to the NFL for a brief period. The guy I was working with didn't make it. A few years later I read in the paper he had a heart attack while driving and died. He had ballooned to 440 pounds and 25. Left behind two kids.
Meanwhile, my love-hate relationship with Rutgers Football continued. I bought young alumni tickets. By this time, I had cut my hair short, but was intrigued at the prospect of a west-coast guru. It was the dawn of a new era and....once Terry Shea is done with his vacation and arrives on campus, the sky's the limit!!!!