Billy Corson

Local ex-high school football star quarterback, turned wheat/barley farmer.


Billy Corson, at the age of seventeen, and a senior in high school was one of the top twenty recruited high school players in the country, and most surely the highest ever from Colfax High School. He had worked, what seemed his whole life, for the upcoming last game, with cross-county rival Mifflenburg High. The rivalry was huge for sure, but that was not what Billy was excited about. There were going to be scouts at this game. Sure there had been scouts showing up for just about everyone of his home games since he was a junior, but these scouts, THESE scouts were from Notre Dame.

Billy had wanted to go to Notre Dame, since he was four years old. Since he saw Joe Montana, one night, stage the greatest comeback in college history. Notre Dame was down twenty-four points to Michigan, heading into the fourth quarter. He could remember it as if it were yesterday, running back and forth, between the kitchen and the livingroom, yelling and jumping around every time Montana threw another touchdown pass. “He threw another one, Dad, another one, I told you he would do it…”, ignoring the pleas of his mother to come sit and finish his dinner.

Billy was having a great game, despite the rain that had been pouring down, since the initial kick-off. He controlled his nerves like he controlled his offense. He was always the kind of person, to set his mind to a goal, then calmly an methodically achieve it. It was the fourth quarter, 5:30 left on the clock, the Crows were driving. If he could get his offense to score a touchdown, the Crows would be up by over two scores, thus nailing the coffin shut.

Brad Mercer, the touted Mifflenburg linebacker, was growing more and more pissed, as the game went on. He too, knew the scouts from Notre Dame were there, and wanted to make a good showing by adding to his formidable sack total for the year. The problem was, he hadn’t laid a finger on Billy all night. Before the game, in the locker room, Billy’s offensive line came to him as one, and promised that Brad ‘the Maurader’Mercer “won’t touch you”. Billy was even joking at halftime with his friend, Hank ‘the tank’ Brewer, their above average, hard hitting middle linebacker, that he was stealing all of Mercer’s thunder. Hank was having an inspired game, he had two sacks and six tackles. “Your gonna to be going with me to Notre Dame, if you keep this up”, Billy had said. “No way, I wouldn’t play for those pussies, if they begged me”, Hank said with a smile.

It was third and three, and the coach sent in the play, four wide outs to strech the defense, so they could run up the middle. “Fuck it”, Billy said, “we are ending this shit now”, he audibled to the stretch pass play. Six seconds later and fifty yards through the air, and the croud went crazy, then searing pain. Mercer had missed him again, this time due to Billy’s pocket presence. His linemen always said he had a ‘sixth sense’ when it came to avoiding a pass rush, ducking at the last second, as a defender’s arm reached for him from behind, etc. Then he dove again, right at Billy’s right knee, far after the ball was released. POP. Billy’s football future was taken from him. Mercer claimed he hadn’t seen Billy release the ball, and that slipping in the mud, was the cause for hitting Billy’s knee. A fifteen yard, ruffing the passer penalty, seemed to Billy, as if Mercer was getting away with murder, the murder of his passion, his career, his future. The several punches that Mercer received, from Billy’s linemen, as the benches cleared, brought him, as little solice.

Two surgeries later, and eighteen months of rehabilitation, and Billy could walk almost fine. He still had a slight limp, and could do almost anything,but football was out of the question. Cold and rainy days bothered him the most. Billy attended college, at the behest of his parents. He had lost the will to go, when football was taken out of the picture. He knew inside, that was pretty shallow, but he didn’t care. Football was going to be his ticket, to having a great college experience, his ticket to the pros, and a great life. A life away from farming, and Colfax. He agreed to go, and was accepted to, Washington State. If he had to go to college, it might as well be more local. Billy left college after two years, earning a associates degree in liberal arts.

Billy came home and started to work for his parents full time on the farm. He found it was easier to deal with the past, when you were mentally and physically exhausted everyday. It did not leave him much time to dwell on the past, though it seemed as if the townsfolk would not let him forget his high school days. To this day, when Billy’s in town at the Main St. Diner, or getting his hair cut at McQuins Barber Shop, the townies love to relive all of the ‘glory’ days of his football career, leaving Billy to smile politely and nod alot.

Billy was dealt another blow when his parents died in a car crash, ten years ago. Their truck went into a ravine, after a bad snowstorm. The sherrif said it was a small avalanch, Billy has been taking care of the farm, almost single handedly, ever since.

Billy’s younger sister Jennifer, also wanted to get away from Colfax, partially because she wanted to see “big cities, and the east coast”, and also because she wanted to get out from under her “star quarterback big brother’s shadow”. Jennifer was much smarter than Billy, high school academics was almost easy for her. She was accepted to the University of Penn, where she earned her Bachelor’s then her Master’s degree in Business and Accounting. Jennifer still lives in Philadelphia. The two of them have grown closer over the years, as they have grown older. They call each other several times a week, and Jennifer comes to visit on the holidays.

Billy Corson

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