"What do you think?" Mitch asked, looking around at everyone.
"Without a doubt, the only Pac-12 teams that can realistically go toe-to-toe with Georgia right now are those two," Claire said, nodding with conviction.
"Stanford looks pretty appealing, doesn’t it?" Manny comnted thoughtfully.
"It does," Jay replied. "It’s not a dynasty, and it hasn’t been one, neither in the recent past nor now."
Up to that point, Stanford had accumulated fourteen conference titles throughout its history and no officially recognized national championships. There were old claims, sure, but nothing widely acknowledged.
"Exactly," Alex continued. "Their resurgence starts in 2007, when they hire Jim Harbaugh as head coach. The first year is basically a transition, but within just two seasons the change is obvious. In 2009 they win the Sun Bowl."
"The Sun Bowl?" Gloria repeated, frowning. "That doesn’t ring a bell at all."
That wasn’t unusual. Everything Gloria knew about football she had learned after joining the family and starting to watch Andrew’s gas. Before that, for her, football was what people in the U.S. called soccer.
"It’s a mid-tier bowl ga," Alex explained. "It’s not irrelevant, but it doesn’t automatically put you among the national elite either. It’s usually played by teams ranked sowhere between fifteen and twenty-five. Still, it was Stanford’s first year of modern relevance."
She turned slightly and continued without losing his train of thought.
"And the very next year, in 2010, they make the big leap: Pac-10 co-champions, with a twelve-win, one-loss record, they win the Orange Bowl and finish the season ranked fourth nationally."
Gloria nodded imdiately when she recognized that na.
The Orange Bowl was a different story. One of the five most important and prestigious bowl gas in college football, founded in 1935. It typically matched teams ranked in the top ten or even top five. Being there ant you were part of the national elite, second only to the Rose Bowl and the BCS National Championship Ga.
"Wow..." Haley said, impressed. "You really did your howork."
Alex looked at her without a trace of humor on her face. "If I’m going to do sothing," she replied, "I do it properly."
"And that was also the year Andrew Luck finished as the Heisman runner-up, right?" Phil said with a faint smile. "I rember watching the broadcast with Andrew... with our Andrew, the Pritchett-Tucker."
Claire looked at him as if that were so obvious it didn’t need clarifying.
Luck was Stanford’s starting quarterback. In 2010 he was in his junior year, and with that historic season for the program, he finished second in the Heisman Trophy voting.
"And now Luck is in his final college season and heading to the draft next year," Mitch added with a small smile, as if he had just laid out the definitive argunt. "That ans the quarterback spot is going to be open. And it’s obvious Stanford wants, and will fight for, the best high-school prospect in the country."
"In history," Haley corrected, raising a finger.
Mitch smiled and nodded.
"But..." Phil cut in, "wouldn’t that an going to a team that’s already winning? Sothing Andrew doesn’t want?"
"Not exactly," Jay replied, trying to keep his patience. "Andrew doesn’t want to go to a bad team that’s never won anything. But he also doesn’t want one that’s already won everything. He needs real foundations, a strong program where, with him, they can take the next step. Without structure, he’d just be wasting years."
"Exactly," Alex said. "If that were the criterion, he’d have to choose the worst team possible, and that would be absurd."
She paused briefly and went on. "Stanford isn’t a dynasty, and never really has been. At most, it’s consolidating itself as a genuine power. It’s won conferences recently, played in major bowl gas, but it still doesn’t dominate the Pac-12 year after year, nor has it permanently established itself among the absolute elite. It’s very similar to Georgia’s case."
"Still," Claire said, "it’s more than three hundred miles away from here."
"Yeah, but it’s not the sa as Georgia," Cam replied. "We’re not talking about over two thousand miles. It’s much more realistic for going to gas or family visits."
"It’s not close," Mitch murmured, "but it’s not crossing the country either."
"Academically, it’s excellent too," Manny added.
"Yes, but I’m not sure that’s necessarily an advantage for an athlete who has to compete every Saturday and train every day," Jay said, grimacing slightly.
Stanford University was considered one of the best colleges in the world, consistently appearing in the global top ten. Its academic rigor was real, and it didn’t make many concessions, even for scholarship athletes.
Carrying the pressure of leading an elite football program, focusing on improving week after week, competing for titles, and at the sa ti preparing for the jump to the NFL was already a complex task. Doing all of that at a university with such high academic standards added an extra layer of difficulty.
"Well, but that won’t be a problem for Andrew, right?" Manny said.
"That’s true," Haley nodded. "His GPA is excellent, and he’s set to graduate six months early," she added, still impressed.
Graduating six months early was no small feat. It required consistency, very good, though not necessarily perfect, grades, and having taken on extra coursework in previous years, especially during junior year.
"And it’s Stanford," Manny emphasized again. "A world full of girls with high IQs. Practically paradise for Andrew," he joked.
Haley and Alex couldn’t help but laugh. The others smiled as well, even Jay.
In the family, everyone knew Andrew had had two serious girlfriends, and both had coincidentally been the top students in their respective environnts: demanding, disciplined, and goal-oriented.
The first had been Pippa. The relationship had lasted almost two years.
After that, Andrew was single for a while. He tried sothing casual with Madison, a cheerleader, but quickly realized it wouldn’t work. He ended it before it could even really be called a relationship.
Then there was Nancy, a senior at Mater Dei whom the school had assigned as his academic ntor to help him adapt to the new environnt.
What began as a strictly school-related relationship grew slowly and naturally. First study partners, then a solid friendship. Even after the breakup with Pippa, everything continued to move forward carefully and without rushing.
It wasn’t until late 2010, between November and December, when Andrew had already been single for several months, that things changed. Nancy went to watch him play every Friday. And on New Year’s Eve, Andrew asked her to be his girlfriend. She said yes.
When he introduced her to the family, the reactions were mixed. Many imdiately noticed the academic similarity to Pippa: high intelligence, clear goals, and focus. But Nancy was more serious and reserved. Still, everyone accepted her quickly, even Claire and Haley, who were the hardest to convince and who tended to scrutinize whether a girl was worthy of Andrew or not.
The relationship worked well, until the inevitable problem appeared.
Nancy was about to finish her senior year, while Andrew was in his junior year. It was only a matter of ti before Nancy had to leave for college. And thanks to her grades, she received and accepted a scholarship to Harvard University.
The distance was enormous. As the move-in date approached, the conversation they had both been avoiding beca inevitable. At the beginning of August that year, they finally talked, without reproaches.
Andrew and Nancy decided to end the relationship in a logical, mature way. Not without sadness, but with clarity.
A long-distance relationship made no sense for either of them. Harvard, in Massachusetts, and Los Angeles were nearly three thousand miles apart, literally one end of the country to the other. They weren’t naive.
The relationship lasted eight months. The breakup hurt, the family included, but no one could say they hadn’t seen it coming.
It was the natural outco when things reached that point, especially with an age difference. One year might seem like little, but at that stage it ant everything: one was going off to college while the other was still in high school. They were in completely different monts of their lives.
"He’s seeing a new girl now, isn’t he?" Claire asked, slipping into that interrogative tone of hers as she looked at Cam.
It was relatively new information. Since the breakup with Nancy, Andrew hadn’t had any new relationship, nor had he been seeing anyone regularly. Three or four months of complete calm had gone by... until, a few days earlier, they found out he’d gone out twice with the sa girl.
"Yes," Cam said, lacing his fingers together with a mix of excitent and pride. "Two dates so far. He ca back relatively happy the other day, it looks promising."
Andrew wasn’t soone who wore his emotions on his sleeve. He always kept a good mood and a calm attitude, so it was hard to tell how a new romance was really affecting him.
"Na?" Claire asked.
"I don’t know."
"What do you an you don’t know?" Claire repeated, barely frowning.
"Andrew doesn’t want to give details. He only told we’ll et her tomorrow, at the ga," Cam replied, shaking his head.
Claire nodded slowly, processing it.
"I bet she’s another super smart girl," Manny comnted with a small smile.
’I hope not...’ Alex thought, without saying it out loud.
Alex had had a very good relationship with both Nancy and Pippa. Over ti, she had even co to consider them friends, role models, in a way. Especially Nancy, who was older, disciplined, and unusually clear-headed for her age.
She had been accepted to Harvard University, a school that was extraordinarily difficult to get into, with acceptance rates often dropping below four or five percent. Thousands of brilliant students were rejected every year.
Precisely because of that, Alex didn’t want to go through the sa thing again: growing close to her cousin’s girlfriend, building her own bond, only to lose it when the relationship ended.
She could, of course, stay in touch. Remain friends, if she wanted to. She knew that if she asked, Andrew wouldn’t mind. But Alex didn’t want to cross that line.
At the end of the day, Andrew ca first.
"A bet?" Haley repeated, looking at Manny with a crooked smile. "Interesting. How much are you betting?"
Manny looked at her with complete confidence. "Ten dollars says she’s top-tier academically."
"Twenty says she isn’t," Haley replied, raising the stakes without hesitation.
Manny fell silent for a second, weighing it, and finally nodded. "Deal," he said, shaking her hand.
"And why do you sound so sure?" Alex asked, narrowing her eyes. "Do you have insider information?"
"Hey!" Manny jumped in imdiately. "That’s not fair if you already know sothing we don’t!"
Haley put on an exaggeratedly offended expression. "I don’t know anything," she said. "Do you really think Andrew, if he didn’t tell his parents, would tell ?"
Manny and Alex went quiet. They looked at each other. And almost at the sa ti, they nodded.
Haley did have a close relationship with Andrew, yes. But romantically, it was a different story. She had always been the most critical, the most protective, and the slowest to accept Andrew’s girlfriends, a trait clearly inherited from, and trained by, Claire.
So it was pretty obvious: if Andrew hadn’t even told Cam and Mitchell her na, he definitely wouldn’t have told Haley anything.
At least the bet was clean.
"Can we get back to the main topic and stop ddling in Andrew’s romantic life?" Jay growled, clearly running out of patience.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Haley and Manny replied almost in unison, imdiately returning to the core of the discussion.
They went back to analyzing Stanford, setting aside any distractions. Calmly, they listed the real pros and cons, thinking exclusively about football: the level of the program, the staff, the system, the competition, player developnt, and imdiate impact.
Distance didn’t make the list.
Not because it didn’t exist, but because it was a disadvantage for them, not for Andrew. And the exercise they were doing wasn’t about what was comfortable for the family, but about what truly benefited him.
In the end, with the information they had and the knowledge each of them brought, more technical in the case of Cam and Jay, they reached a provisional conclusion. If Andrew accepted an official visit to Stanford, the outlook would be:
Georgia: 60%
Stanford: 40%
It was a much more promising number than UCLA’s. Stanford shared several key similarities with Georgia: it wasn’t a dynasty, it had solid foundations, a growing program, and real room for a difference-maker to take the definitive leap.
And even so, the percentage wasn’t locked in.
If Andrew decided to visit Stanford as a fourth or fifth stop, and in those etings they proposed things he genuinely liked and found attractive about the project, that forty could easily rise to forty-five or even fifty.
Georgia, on the other hand, had already shown its hand, so it would remain stable.
They then did the sa analysis with the Oregon Ducks, and the result was quite a bit worse than they had expected.
First, they had to start with the basics: the University of Oregon was located in Eugene. From Los Angeles, the distance already felt significant. It was still the West Coast, yes, but clearly a different corner of the Pacific.
About eight hundred miles away.
Still, in context, it didn’t sound that bad. It was much less than Missouri, which was around 1,350 miles from Los Angeles, and not to ntion Georgia, at more than 2,100 miles, a distance that already bordered on a sense of total exile.
Eight hundred miles, comparatively, seed acceptable.
It wasn’t Stanford, which was under four hundred, but it was still viable.
Even so, in the analysis, geography wasn’t the essential issue. Football-wise, based on what they knew mattered to Andrew, it was a problem.
"They have a very defined system," Jay said, crossing his arms.
Cam nodded imdiately. "Too defined."
Oregon had built its recent success around a very specific offensive identity, almost non-negotiable. A system that worked, that won gas, and had taken the program to the top, but one that demanded total adaptation from the player.
For Jay and Cam, that was a red flag.
Such a rigid system could be an advantage for many quarterbacks, but also a limitation for soone different. And Andrew wasn’t just anyone, he was a generational player. Forcing him to fit into a preexisting mold would inevitably an trimming his style, limiting his reads, decisions, and creativity.
"At Oregon, the player adapts to the system," Jay continued. "Not the other way around."
That didn’t an Andrew couldn’t do it. In fact, he already had. When he arrived at Mater Dei, he had also had to adapt, learn the playbook, respect the structure, and understand the program’s philosophy. But once he proved his level and what he could do, things changed.
Bruce Rollinson understood it quickly. The system stopped being a cage and beca a foundation.
They gave him creative freedom, expanded the playbook, and adjusted concepts to exploit his strengths: pre-snap reads, arm talent, mobility, and the ability to improvise without losing structure. Mater Dei didn’t just improve, it beca relentless. A team that every Friday not only won, but dominated, on its way to yet another golden year.
That was the point.
Many college programs, when they land an exceptional talent, do exactly that: they don’t force him into a rigid system, they maximize him and build around that player.
Oregon, on the other hand, gave off the opposite impression. A perfect machine that didn’t need to change.
On top of that ca another significant drawback. By that point, Oregon could already be considered a mini-dynasty in the making. They were coming off an appearance in the BCS National Championship Ga in 2010, with a clear, consolidated, and successful identity. The story was already written.
That didn’t make them any less competitive, quite the opposite.
But it did make them less attractive for soone looking for a program that still needed to take the leap, not one that had already made it. Andrew wanted to be the piece that pushed a team toward its first BCS National Championship Ga, not arrive at a place where that ceiling had already been reached without him.
At the end of the analysis, the percentages looked like this:
Georgia Bulldogs: 70%
Oregon Ducks: 30%
It was a number very similar to UCLA’s, just slightly better. Oregon didn’t represent as high a structural risk as UCLA, but it still lagged far behind Georgia.
Haley snorted, disappointed. "Well, Oregon’s out," she said. "It’s not even worth trying to convince him to take an official visit."
No one disagreed.
Even with all that context, it was hard for them to imagine Andrew accepting a visit to Oregon. And even if he did, the odds of him choosing it seed low from the start.
"So the only real option we have left is Stanford," Claire said finally. "We need to present it to Andrew as a good college to consider for an official visit. That’s the first step."
She looked at the whiteboard, where the percentages were still written.
"If we manage that, the rest is out of our hands. It will depend on Stanford’s coaching staff and how well they can convince him that it’s the right place."
Heads nodded again, one after another.
The conclusion was clear: they didn’t see any other Pac-12 college capable of going head-to-head with Georgia. If there was a viable bet within the conference, it was Stanford.
Cam stood up from the couch with a long sigh, as if ntally closing a file. "Alright, ti to cook."
Gloria stood up imdiately as well. "I’ll help you," she added, already heading toward the kitchen.
Cam paused for a second and looked at Mitchell. "Andrew’s going to be here any minute. Put the board away."
Mitch sighed, got up reluctantly, and muttered as he walked over to it, "It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong..."
There was no conspiracy, no Machiavellian plan to push Andrew toward a Pac-12 colelge. All they had done was analyze, put numbers on things, and compare scenarios. In fact, the first official visit, UCLA, had been Andrew’s decision alone. No one had even suggested it.
The final decision was still his.
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