A Syracuse recruit sits in a chair in a Manley Field House office. On the walls around him, he sees a framed No. 44 jersey, a painting of three Syracuse football legends and a movie poster for “The Express.”
Sitting across a desk from him, five feet away, is Floyd Little.
“Sit back for a minute,” Little tells him, his voice soft and gravelly, a nearly hypnotic whisper. “Just close your eyes…just close your eyes.”
“Where do you want to be in five years?” he asks.
He’s giving them permission to daydream, something they don’t get a chance to do in class.