USC Morning Buzz: Ricky Town’s Recruitment In Spotlight

Quarterback Ricky Town was in Atlanta last week for a combine and his family to the Journal-Constitution about his recruitment with USC.

“You know, Ricky never really spent time with Coach Kiffin when he was at USC. For us, when we went to the school, we didn’t get a lot of interaction with Coach Kiffin himself. The interaction with Coach (Clay) Helton and Coach (Ed) Orgeron was outstanding. But as parents, we didn’t have a lot of involvement. USC was one of the few schools that didn’t involve the parents, per se.”

11 thoughts on “USC Morning Buzz: Ricky Town’s Recruitment In Spotlight

  1. thank goodness they didn’t pick up on the urine odor around campus.

    wait a minute….is that the week i saw thousands of those Pine Tree air fresheners hanging all around the Southern Cal campus??

    who says Kiff was not a genius??

  2. You picked the least interesting pull-quote from the article, Scottie. How about this:

    “We had built a relationship with Coach (Marques Tuiasosopo) when he was
    at Washington. He had always asked ‘What are the chances that Ricky
    comes to Washington?’ I said ‘Honestly, not too good. But if you and
    Sark end up at USC …’ We both laughed and said ‘You never know.’ And two
    months later, they were there at USC. That had a lot to do with (the
    switch) as well.”

    Not a bad reflection of what people think of Sark & Tui….

  3. Somewhere in Alabama, Kiffin cried out and doubled over in pain. “A crotch-kick?” he gasped, wincing. “From the Wolfman? But how?”

    • Are you still in the hospital or have you since been released after you shot yourself in the foot with that very revealing post about hiding under your bunk in a cell, you little snot?

      • I see that you have been paying close attention to my posts. Thus, I can only conclude that your failure to address me by my hard-earned jailhouse nickname “Big Snot” is intentional. Well, I will not take the bait. I will not play your game!

        The joint can be a hard, lonely place, Mrs. C. I spent many nights listening to lowlifes, degenerates, gypsies, tramps, and thieves talking about the sad outlaw paths their lives had taken, and how they wished they had never attended USC, where they first started down the bleak, crooked roads that had led to them to lives of crime, vice, and, ultimately, imprisonment.

        You see, these men were not just imprisoned within the custody of the grim-faced State; they were imprisoned within the Trojan Family.

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