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The Cardinal Countdown: 12 Days Until Kickoff

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#12 Trey Smith

Class: Freshman

Ht/Wt: 6-0/215

Position: Wide Receiver

Hometown: Madison, MS

Twitter: @Trey12Smith

Thoughts: Trey is still listed as a wide receiver on the official roster but fall camp appears to have him getting the majority of his reps at running back. In High School Trey was simply an “athlete”, playing multiple positions (QB/RB/WR) based upon need. Most recruiting services actually listed him as an athlete instead of a position player, and a very good one at that (Top 100). Trey, the son of NFL wideout Jimmy Smith was recruited by many (Miss St, Memphis, Lou-Lafayette), but his father did make a small push for Louisville based upon Petrino alone. Jimmy excelled in the Jags offense while Petrino ran the show in Jacksonville and Trey remembers watching Petrino during his time at Arkansas. The bond with his Dad helped secure Smith for the Cards. Thanks Jimmy.

The “athlete” tag can be misleading at times but not with Smith. He is really is a jack of all trades and as he described in the video below, playing QB as a senior really aided his development in understanding the defense…

There are only a handful of coaches at the D-I level I would feel really good about sending my son to if he was considered an “athlete” out of high school, based solely upon how I think they may utilize him in the offense they run. Spoiler Alert: Petrino is one of them. I’m looking forward to seeing Trey develop as a Card and watch his journey in the program. Running back, return man, wideout, he may do a little of it all, and I think he can excel at any one of them. Should be fun to watch.

Sweet Tweet:

Never experienced a natural disaster, unless you count my basement flooding after Derby a few years ago, but if I was ranking them as “least favorable to experience” I’d probably go Tornado as #1. Believe me, the thought of a building or house around me shaking violently, potentially crumbling to the ground, stuff falling on me and then the ground literally opening up beneath my feet scares the living crap out of me. BUT, Tornados are no joke. Going from hanging out in my house one second to twirling hundreds of feet up in the air with an old Taurus and a washing machine, shortly thereafter being flung to the ground almost two miles from your house…you serious, Clark?

I'll pass.