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MD - Chapter 178: Interview
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 17:00:35 +0000 UTCAndrew was in his parents’ car on the way to ESPN headquarters.
Mitchell was driving, Cam sat in the passenger seat, and in the back were Andrew and Jay.
Lily had been left at Jay’s house, under Gloria’s care.
With his headphones on, Andrew stared out the window while listening to music. The ride would take between 30 and 40 minutes, depending on traffic. His thoughts inevitably drifted back to the conversation with his grandfather. About Pippa. About breaking up with her.
It was no longer just an idea circling his mind: it had become a definitive decision.
He wasn’t enjoying those last few months with her, and she seemed to feel the same. She didn’t trust him anymore. There didn’t seem to be a way to fix it. Andrew had tried over the past months, but nothing worked.
The question was: When should he take the step?
Just imagining the moment made his stomach churn. It wasn’t only about ending a nearly two-year relationship; it was about facing Pippa and seeing how she would react.
He knew her well: she wouldn’t make a scene, wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t beg him to stay. She was too proud for that. It would probably be a cold breakup. Maybe even indifferent. And he wasn’t sure if that would make it easier or harder.
What he was sure about was that he couldn’t put it off much longer. The best would be to resolve it over the weekend: today, Saturday, or at the latest tomorrow, Sunday. By Monday he had to be one hundred percent focused on practice and the game against Bosco.
'Alright… I’ll do it tomorrow,' he thought, taking a deep breath. Today felt rushed. He needed one more day to prepare.
“Andrew, look at this!” Cam’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. His father turned from the front seat with a newspaper in hand, taken from his backpack.
Andrew removed his headphones and asked patiently, “What is it?”
“Read it, read it! It’s from this morning. The Los Angeles Times, sports section,” Cam said with enthusiasm, practically trembling with excitement as he handed him the paper.
Andrew took it with curiosity and found the indicated page. Jay, intrigued, leaned over to read along.
There was the headline:
📰 Los Angeles Times
Sports | High School Football
Andrew Pritchett-Tucker lights up the Trinity League: 23 touchdowns in five games
Mater Dei’s new quarterback proves he’s no hype. With video-game numbers and a YouTube fan base, Andrew is already the hottest name in California high school football.
Santa Ana — Andrew Pritchett-Tucker.
The 16-year-old junior at Mater Dei is shattering every record in his first season in the Trinity League, considered the most competitive in the country. After five games, Pritchett-Tucker has piled up 23 touchdowns, just one interception, and 1,675 passing yards, averaging 4.6 scores per game.
“What Andrew is doing is special. I’ve never seen a kid come into this league and perform like this from day one,” said Bruce Rollinson, veteran head coach of the Mater Dei program.
Last Friday, in a 42–14 win over JSerra, Andrew delivered his best game so far: 5 passing touchdowns and nearly 400 passing yards.
The comparison with his immediate predecessor is inevitable. Max Wittek, now sitting on the bench, threw 24 TDs in his entire sophomore season (2009). Andrew is about to equal that mark in just six games.
But Pritchett-Tucker’s fame goes beyond the field. His YouTube channel, where he shares workouts, fitness tips, and highlights of each game, already has more than 2.3 million subscribers, making him one of the five most followed creators worldwide. Videos of his recent Mater Dei games rack up over a million views within days.
“It’s something unique. You don’t just see him play on Friday, you can watch him the next day on your computer explaining his preparation or breaking down plays. It’s the first time a high school athlete has created this level of connection with fans,” commented a UCLA scout.
In the halls of Mater Dei, Andrew’s name is already a phenomenon. Every Friday feels like an event, with students and families packing the stands to watch “the Pritchett-Tucker show.”
In Santa Ana, Mater Dei dares to dream again. And on YouTube, the rest of the country is starting to take notice.
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Andrew frowned as he read the second-to-last paragraph.
“‘Pritchett-Tucker Show?’” Andrew muttered with a grimace, clearly displeased with the label.
Jay let out a dry laugh, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “Welcome to fame, kid.”
Cam turned around with shining eyes. “It’s perfect! It sounds like greatness, like a spectacle. The Pritchett-Tucker Show.”
Then he murmured almost to himself, though everyone heard him, “Though I’d rather my last name came first…”
Andrew raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, Dad, as if ‘Tucker-Pritchett Show’ would sound any better.”
Jay snorted and added, “Be thankful, Cam, that they still remember to put the second last name and don’t just leave it at Pritchett.”
“We’re not talking about last names,” Mitchell cut in, raising his voice. “Not again…”
They had already argued about this plenty of times, and it never led anywhere.
Another thirty minutes passed until the car pulled into the underground parking lot of a sleek glass building in downtown Los Angeles.
Mitchell showed a special pass that had been sent to him a few days earlier, and a guard lifted the barrier with a friendly smile. They parked next to a couple of black vans.
As soon as they got out, a young man with a folder in hand was waiting for them at the ramp. He wore a white rolled-up shirt, jeans, and an ID badge hanging from his neck.
“Andrew Pritchett-Tucker and family, right? Welcome. I’m Daniel, from ESPN’s production team. This way, please, they’re expecting you,” he said professionally.
Andrew exchanged a glance with Jay, both raising an eyebrow, surprised by how organized everything was. They hadn’t expected someone to meet them the second they stepped out of the car.
The group greeted the man and began to follow him.
He led them to the elevator. They rode up to the third floor and, as soon as the doors opened, they were engulfed by the vibrant atmosphere of ESPN’s regional Los Angeles office: brightly lit hallways with screens everywhere showing baseball games, NFL replays, and SportsCenter debates; producers rushing in and out of editing booths; fast voices and constant typing in the background.
“Impressive…” Cam murmured, his eyes shining.
Andrew, on the other hand, was more focused on steadying his nerves. He wasn’t overly anxious, but neither indifferent nor completely calm. He had seen Recruiting Nation interviews before, knew how they worked, so everything should go smoothly.
Daniel guided them to a secondary set prepared specifically for interviews. It wasn’t huge, but it had all the air of professionalism: a low table, two dark leather armchairs, lights aimed with diffusing filters, and a backdrop wall with Recruiting Nation graphics. A cameraman adjusted the framing while a technician tested microphones.
Standing and waiting for them was a journalist, well dressed, tie neatly in place, and wearing a camera-ready smile. He extended his hand to Andrew and introduced himself:
“Marcus Gray. A pleasure, Andrew. Welcome to Recruiting Nation.”
Andrew returned the handshake, firm but cordial. “My pleasure, thank you for having me.”
Marcus greeted Jay and the others. Then a producer indicated they could wait in a small glass lounge to the side of the set, where there was coffee and they could watch the interview.
Andrew settled into the armchair across from Marcus. He rested his elbows on the armrests and drummed his fingers, trying to relax.
'It’s just a recorded interview… it won’t even get as much traction as my YouTube videos,' Andrew thought, managing to shake off what little nerves he had.
Most of these interviews were uploaded to the web, in this case, ESPN.com in the Recruiting Nation section, where the most dedicated college football fans and scouts consumed them.
Maybe a clip would make it into a weekend TV special, but it wasn’t prime time on ESPN.
Even so, Andrew knew that in the world of recruiting, these pieces were gold: it was how coaches, fans, and rivals across the country put a face to the name they read in the rankings.
“It’ll be a short interview, but intense. Don’t worry, just think of it as a chat between friends or one of your YouTube videos. Ready?” Marcus asked, looking at him.
“Yes, ready,” Andrew said with a nod.
The red camera light turned on, and the producer raised his hand, signaling the start. Marcus adjusted himself in the chair, angled slightly toward the camera with his rehearsed smile, and began in a firm voice:
“Welcome to Recruiting Nation. Today we have with us one of the most talked-about names in the country when it comes to football recruiting. A quarterback who went from dominating at Palisades to making the leap to Mater Dei, where he’s already leaving his mark in the demanding Trinity League. With just five games played, he’s tallied 23 touchdowns, only one interception, and holds a perfect league record at 3–0. Here is Andrew Pritchett-Tucker, starting quarterback for Mater Dei. Andrew, thank you for joining us.”
“Thank you for having me. It’s an honor to be here,” Andrew replied with a slight smile.
“Andrew, let’s start with that transition: from Palisades, a smaller program, to Mater Dei, one of California’s giants. How was the change?” Marcus asked.
Andrew took two seconds before answering. “It was normal… I guess.”
Marcus blinked, surprised, his smile frozen. He had been ready to hear the usual speech: “a big challenge; much higher level; I had to adapt”, but what he had just heard wasn’t in the script.
“Normal?” he repeated, almost incredulous.
“Yeah, normal…” Andrew nodded, without much else to add.
The word might not have been the most accurate, but the message was clear: the transition had been smooth, without setbacks, easy. It was no coincidence he had earned the starting spot before the Dana Hills tournament, nor that he carried such outrageous stats.
“Can you elaborate a little more?” Marcus pressed, leaning forward. “I mean, didn’t you feel more pressure? Wasn’t the adjustment tougher given the demands of the coaching staff?”
Andrew took a moment before replying.
“Of course Bruce and the other coaches are much tougher,” he said calmly, “but it’s not like that was new to me. At Palisades, even if we didn’t have that level of rigor, I put the pressure on myself to win it all. Coming here, with everything so structured, top-notch facilities, and surrounded by talent in both the staff and my teammates… I’d say it was even easier.”
He didn’t say it arrogantly, it was simply a fact. With his current level, fitting into Mater Dei’s ecosystem had been almost inevitable. His performance on the field proved it, both in friendlies and in league play.
A brief silence followed. Marcus looked at him, unsure if he had just heard sheer arrogance or the most honest answer in the world.
On set, someone stifled a laugh. The cameraman glanced at the technician, who raised his brows with amusement. On the other side, in the production lounge, Andrew’s family listened intently to every word.
“Well, that’s a front-page headline right there,” Jay muttered with a crooked grin.
Cam, arms crossed, bit his tongue. He wanted to say: “Be more humble!”, but he knew it wasn’t a lack of modesty, just the truth told plainly. Mitchell thought the same: the facts were undeniable, even if to an outsider they sounded like pure bragging.
Marcus smiled again, this time with a hint of complicity. “Well, a ‘normal… almost easy transition.’ I suppose you don’t run into a player every day who throws 23 touchdowns in just five games, with only one interception, and that came in a friendly match, not in league play. That’s an average of 4.6 scores per game.”
Andrew gave a faint smile without adding a word, that alone proved his point.
Hearing the numbers repeated out loud struck Marcus. He realized Andrew’s words weren’t exaggeration. How could the transition be difficult for a quarterback putting up numbers like that? Not even some of the best from previous generations had started with such stats at elite programs like Mater Dei.
“Of course, keeping that pace all season long and into the playoffs will be another story,” Marcus added, giving the chat a journalistic spin. “But for now, what you’ve done is frankly impressive.”
“Thanks. I’ve been working toward this for a long time,” Andrew said.
Marcus nodded. He liked Andrew. He had only known him from a few YouTube videos, but now, in these minutes of conversation, his suspicion was confirmed: this wasn’t arrogance or conceit, it was confidence in his abilities. Besides, he seemed like a guy who had earned his place through hard work.
“Now, Andrew, let’s talk about what’s coming. This Friday you face Bosco, coming off a tough loss but still one of the most feared rivals in the league. And you’ll be playing at their home field. What’s your take on that?”
“They’re definitely a tough rival… They’ve got talent across the board and a home crowd I know will be suffocating…” Andrew began, speaking with professionalism.
He knew they’d ask about Bosco, and honestly, he couldn’t just smile and say: “Great, I want to destroy Bosco in their own stadium, in front of their people.” That video would rack up millions of views on his channel, no doubt.
The answer about the transition had been the truth, he didn’t want to fake humility. But here, he couldn’t drop that on camera without coming off as a football psychopath.
“Still, I’m not scared. I trust my team, and we already faced them in the Dana Hills final and won. I know that was 7-on-7, not the same as this, but that experience gave us confidence. Add to that our momentum, and we’re ready,” Andrew concluded.
Marcus nodded, satisfied with the mature tone of the response.
“Alright. Let’s move on to another hot topic: college recruiting. It’s already known that more than 20 schools have sent you official letters. Is there one that attracts you more than the others? Are you already thinking about where you might play at the NCAA level?”
“It’s an honor that so many schools are interested in me. For now, since official visits aren’t allowed yet, I’ve only visited the closest ones unofficially: UCLA and USC. They’ve both shown interest and treated me really well. But I haven’t decided anything yet. I’m focused on this season with Mater Dei. I want to take the team as far as possible before thinking about future commitments,” Andrew replied.
“Wise words. First the present, then the future,” said Marcus, though he couldn’t resist pressing a little more. “But, you mentioned UCLA and USC… and everyone knows Mater Dei has a historic connection with USC. A lot of players have gone through there. Even your teammates Victor Blackwell and Max Wittek already have verbal offers. So, Andrew… what about you? Do you prefer USC or UCLA?”
Andrew leaned forward slightly, as if weighing his words. He could’ve given the typical diplomatic answer, “I liked both” or “I don’t know yet.” But where was the fun in that? This was his chance to drop a headline.
“I don’t like to always follow the same stream or the established franchises. UCLA was the first college to approach me, and from the very beginning they treated me really well. Right now… if I only had these two offers on the table, I’d choose UCLA,” Andrew said.
Marcus widened his eyes, then let out a laugh. “Wow… I think you just spiced up this interview. More than a few people at USC aren’t going to be too happy with what you just said.”
Andrew chuckled lightly. “It’s not that I mean any disrespect, it’s just UCLA came in first, they treated me kindly, I liked it, and it’s closer to home than USC, and still competing at the same level… Besides, there are other schools I’m interested in that I haven’t been able to visit yet. Especially the ones farther away.”
“The SEC, right?” Marcus asked knowingly.
Andrew nodded. He already had letters from the biggest SEC football schools: Georgia, Alabama, Florida, Arkansas, Auburn…
“It’d be incredible to see up close what they offer and what football life is like over there. But like I said, first comes this season with Mater Dei,” Andrew added.
Marcus looked at him for a few seconds, amused, 'No doubt… you know how to give a headline without losing focus. A good balance,' he thought.
“Now, before we wrap up… let’s talk about your double life. You’re not only the most talked-about quarterback in California, maybe in the entire country, you’re also the most famous high school athlete thanks to your YouTube channel. Over two million subscribers… training tips, nutrition, viral challenges, previews, games… How do you juggle all that while being the starting QB at Mater Dei?”
Andrew smiled faintly, now more relaxed. “Honestly, it started as a hobby. But after the positive reception, I began uploading more serious and varied videos, motivation, workouts, diets… It’s really gratifying to see the support from people saying they changed for the better thanks to my videos,” he said.
Andrew knew it from people like Monica, and from other fans he had met at his subscriber meetups. Also from comments on his videos, where people said he had helped them change for the better.
Of course, there were other advantages. The money, thanks to that, he had managed to buy the Camaro. He was probably the most talked-about QB in the country, not only because of what he did on the field, but also because of the virality the internet gave him.
“It takes discipline: recording, editing, organizing everything… but it’s worth it, and I’ve got help from some friends, so it’s fun too,” Andrew concluded.
Marcus looked at him, satisfied. His answers were far better than those of many recruits he had interviewed in the past. It seemed that speaking in so many videos had helped him become much more natural and deliver stronger responses.
“Lastly, you know your game against Bosco this Friday will be televised regionally, right?”
“Yes, I’m excited. It’ll be my first game broadcast live on TV,” Andrew said, a hint of enthusiasm in his tone.
Marcus smiled sideways, like someone holding an ace up his sleeve.
“Well, I’ve got a surprise for you. It won’t just be regional… ESPN just decided to broadcast it nationwide. The entire country is going to see you.”
There was a moment of silence on set. Jay’s eyes went wide as he let out a low whistle. Cam put his hands over his mouth, thrilled, while Mitchell muttered a disbelieving “Seriously?” The cameraman and the producer exchanged a look, enjoying the moment.
Andrew froze for a second, processing the news, then grinned like a kid on his birthday. “That’s great… the whole country’s gonna see the beatdown live!”
The studio went quiet. Marcus raised his brows. The producer blinked in disbelief. Jay couldn’t help smiling with barely concealed pride, while Cam gave him a look that said “You really didn’t need to put it that way.”
“My God…” Mitchell whispered, shaking his head.
Realizing he had said it out loud, Andrew covered his mouth with his hand. “Oops…”
Marcus burst out laughing, shaking his head.
“Now that’s honesty…” he said, amused, before looking at the camera to close. “And with that, we wrap up the interview.”
The red light went off. The atmosphere relaxed instantly. The producer, a middle-aged man with headphones hanging around his neck, walked onto the set with a smile, followed by Cam, Jay, and Mitchell.
“Kid, that was pure gold,” he said, extending his hand to Andrew again. “Congratulations.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Marcus agreed, still laughing. “Not everyone has the guts to drop that on camera.”
Andrew shook the man’s hand and winced inwardly, thinking, 'I didn’t mean to say that…'
He was still stunned that his game would be broadcast nationally, and he couldn’t help blurting it out.
'What’s done is done, no point regretting it now.'
“The original plan was to post this interview on ESPN.com, in the recruiting section. But… after what you just gave us, we think it deserves a spot on ESPNU. It could air on the Recruiting Nation Live program this Tuesday, 8 p.m. It’ll be broadcast live and posted on ESPN.com at the same time. What do you say?” the producer asked, looking at Andrew and his family.
“That’ll be amazing!” Cam responded, excited.
Andrew was surprised. “Really? No problem, air it live. That’ll be incredible.”
It had been just a ten-minute interview, but having it air in full on television was another level. He could be the first high school player to ever pull that off.
The college signings of top-10 recruits were usually covered as live TV events by ESPN, but those were special occasions. In the case of interviews like this, even with top recruits, they were normally uploaded to the web. At best, a short clip might make it to television, but never the full interview.
Jay gave him a proud pat on the shoulder.
Then the producer spoke in a more personal tone. “Now… about what you said at the end: ‘how great that the whole country will get to see the beatdown’… It came off spontaneous and funny, but it could also backfire. It might sound arrogant, and you know how the internet is: the pressure, the comments… If you want, we’ll cut it. No problem.”
He also looked at Cam and Mitchell, making it clear the decision was up to them.
Mitch leaned toward his son, serious but gentle. “It’s your call.”
Andrew barely thought about it. He smiled with confidence. “Leave it in. I said it. Let the whole thing air. I’m used to it, and if it helps spice up the game, even better.”
The producer looked at him, amused. “Perfect. But get ready, because this Tuesday, it won’t just be people on forums watching… the whole country will. And I guarantee Bosco is going to use that as fuel for Friday.”
Andrew shrugged and joked, “Well, who knows… maybe that extra motivation will help them avoid a really big beatdown.”
The comment drew laughter across the set. Even Mitchell chuckled, while Cam hugged him with pride and Marcus shook his head, laughing.
'Now if I don’t give them a beatdown, that’ll be embarrassing…' Andrew thought.
With the good mood still in the air, they began saying their goodbyes. The producer gave his final words, Marcus shook his hand once more, and Andrew and the others left the set together.
Comments
Josh Muggs
I’d rather he be single for a while maybe focus on football for a while
Amos
Author question. Can we decide the next ship? Or have you decided something already?
Josh Muggs
Let the beatdown commence !!!!
