It's Saturday and i wake up at 12:30 pm to my phone ringing. I swore i had it on vibrate. I rub my eyes to try to see who is interrupting the sleep that i desperately need. The contact name read "Coach" and i didnt know what to think. Bad call? Good call? Half-asleep i answered in a groggy tone,
 "Hey Coach, Whats up?"
He replied, "Hey Jake, i just wanted to ask if it would be ok for a recruit to stay with you guys tonight?"
Even though it was technically a question, it felt more like a statement. I knew there was only one answer i could give, so without hestitation i told coach that it would be fine and he could stay with us. The conversation went on a bit longer about technicalities and where to meet and meal tickets.

After i hung up the phone, i quickly searched for a bottle of water to sooth my parched throat. One thought kept running through my head, what the hell was i going to do with this kid all day. My roommate plays lacrosse and he has already had a recruit stay in our dorm. Lets just say it didnt go too well. I was nervous to discover how this day/night was going to play out. And to make matters worse, there was no brunch today. Very bad start to my saturday.

My roommate and i went to meet up with our coach in his office so he could hook us up with our recruit. His name was pat, he was from D.C. and seemed like a relatively normal kid. Throughout the day we tried to keep pat involved and active so he wouldn't get bored. We played xbox and basketball before eating and getting ready for the night's festivities.

The night started off well, but it would soon take a turn for the worst.

It was me, my two roommates, my roommate's two brothers, our recruit, and two more of our friends. We were walking down market street at about 11:30. Pat and my roommates older brother were slightly behind the pack, but i wasn't too worried about it. The recruit decided that he could hold his stream of urine any longer, and asked my roommates brother to watch the street for campus security while he went to the bathroom behind a parked car. Meanwhile, the rest of the group had no idea this was happening. Until we saw the flashing lights go on about about 50 feet behind us. Apparently my roommates brother wasnt very capable of watching the street. So one public urination charge later, we were sitting back in the room all asking ourselves why pat couldn't just hold it for 2 more minutes.

I had a bad feeling about the night from the moment i woke up to my coach's call.