Chapter 18
Quinn thought he’d be delighted to leave behind the provincialism of Misalliance. He thought he’d revel in the freedom of university life, particularly as lived on the so-called Left Coast. But what he discovered when he arrived at Stanford was that Aunt Josie, who barely allowed him to kiss her goodbye, had done her job too well. Rather than burst forth from the cocoon she had woven, he found himself knitting it more tightly around himself. Not that there was any time for him to explore and experiment. It was football and studies, studies and football as he was determined to keep up his 4.0 average in an environment in which the learning curve was much steeper—on and off the field.
Head coach Brian Olds was a decent sort, less naked in his ambition than Coach Redfield but amb
