Carl's boat was huge when he mentioned we would be going out on a boat. I thought it would be a small runaround boat. He should have said he had a small yacht, not a boat. It even had a small bedroom.
"Impressed?" Carl asked as we got cruising out on the open ocean.
"Yeah," I said, unable to hide what I was thinking. "You've done well for yourself."
"Yeah," Carl nodded.
While he was teaching me how to steer and navigate, Alicia was on the front of the boat, laying out sunbathing. Her blue bikini drew the attention of every male that we had passed, and even some of the women.
Carl knew a spot where we could mingle with others, and we sped off. Others, to me, meant a few people when we turned a corner off the coast. There was a private cove filled with other boats, yachts and even what looked like a floating bus. Carl laughed at me as he saw my eyes go wide.
"See what money gets you," Carl said as we slowed to a crawl.
The music was loud, and people were dancing on their boats. Small plastic floatable were everywhere.
"Carl!" a man shouted from one of the other boats.
"Dennis!" Carl shouted back.
Others shouted and called for Carl to pull up to them. "He is sure the life of the party," I said as I sat down beside Alicia, who seemed unimpressed.
"He shows up, they talk, that's it," Alicia shrugged. "They never call or talk to him unless he shows up."
It seemed Carl was the same as he was in college. He knew where the parties were, even if he wasn't invited. When he did, people always knew him, but that's where it ended.
"Fun, huh?" Carl said with a drink in his hand.
"Where did you get that?" I asked, looking around.
"Come, I will show you," Alicia smiled as she got up.
I walked behind her as we stepped off our yacht onto another, then another. It was like a floating maze of boats that got roped to each other.
Finally, we got to one with a large bar. It was also where the music was coming from as there was a D.J. behind a bank of tables. I could barely hear myself think, let alone order anything.
As we walked back, people smiled and wanted to dance with Alicia. She was also well known. She kept introducing me.
"Hey," a man said as we got to another boat. "You're Rod Griffin!"
"Yeah," I nodded with a slight smile.
"Dude, that game against Clemson," the man said with a smile. "You did those one hand catches before they got popular."
"Right!" I said with a bit more enthusiasm than I thought was possible.
"And we didn't have the gloves like they do now."
"Exactly," the man said.
"Hey, Jackson," the man said, calling another over.
He introduced me, and again we talked about the old days of college football. It was good to talk to people that understood where I was coming from. Then the subject turned to what I was doing now.
"No way," the first man said. His name was Derek.
"Dude, if you're ever looking for a job out here, I can definitely hook you up," Jackson said. "We do motivational speeches for young athletes, and you would be a hit, someone that's been there in the trenches."
He handed me a card, and I walked with Alicia back. Carl was still there talking to some young women and a few guys. "You're back!" he yelled.
"Yeah," Alicia said as she looked at him. "Rod was a big hit, it was hard to get back."
"Oh yeah?" Carl asked.
"Yeah, Jackson offered him a job," Alicia smiled as she walked past him.
"Jackson, huh?" Carl asked as he looked at me. For the first time since I was out here, there was a bit of anger in his face.
"Yeah, Derek was the one that noticed him," Alicia said as she laid out on the deck and lowered her sunglasses.
"Derek and Jackson," Carl nodded.
"Yeah, no big deal," I shrugged as the others walked away.
"Derek's one of the scouts for the University," Carl said.
"University of South California," Alicia added.
"The Trojans?" I said, nearly spitting my beer.
"And not just a scout, one of the scouts," Alicia said as she emphasized the word the as she looked at me. "People usually listen when he speaks."
"Holy shit!" I said, looking back at the maze of boats.
"But, no big deal, right?" Carl said as he shrugged and stared at me. "I've only been trying to get Jackson to let me on his podcast for two years now."
Carl was fuming. "You've only been here what a day? And he offers you a job!"
"I didn't ask for it," I yelled back at him. "He offered, and it's not like I took it."
"Whatever," Carl said as he unhooked his boat from the other. "I didn't want to be here, anyway."
Carl took off, and I sat beside Alicia as we rocketed back to the dock. Alicia was smiling the whole way.
"You're bad," I said as I looked down at her.
"He needed to be brought down a peg," Alicia shrugged.
"You plan this too?" I asked.
Alicia lowered her sunglass and winked at me, then raised them back up.
"What's next?" I asked.
"You will just have to wait and see," Alicia smiled as she turned onto her stomach.
I walked back to see Carl, who was still angry. "Look, I didn't mean to...." I started to say.
"Nope, it's my fault," Carl said, holding up his hand. "I shouldn't have shouted at you, it's just frustrating. I have tried and tried to get them to take me seriously."
"But you've got all this," I said. "A huge house, a fucking yacht, a booming business. What do you need from them?"
"You've been out of the football world too long," Carl shook his head.
"Derek, just doesn't scout," Carl shook his head. "He knows people, he has connections all across this state, if I got him to endorse me once, even mention my name to a few people."
"What?" I asked.
"I could be back in!" Carl yelled. "I could be a scout, or even a coach, but instead I am flipping houses."
"You want back into college?" I asked.
"Yes!" He yelled again. "The rivalry, the atmosphere, the games."
"The crowds and the cheering," I nodded.
Carl loved the spotlight. He always wanted to be on the field to kick the winning point. Forget the usual points or the kickoff. No, he wasn't happy unless he was kicking for the win. And he was good at it.
"It's over," I said. "We had a good time, but you're not going to get that back."
"Why not?" Carl said, looking at me. "I could coach the next hall of famer; you don't know what I am capable of doing."
I stood back and looked at him. "How far?" I asked.
"What?" he asked, looking at me.
"In debt, how far are you?" I asked.
"Don't know what you are talking about," Carl said, shaking his head.