Texas now has seventeen commitments for the Class of 2011. Never one to let any grass grow under his feet, Mac Brown always starts off at a torid pace. This class is no exception. One of the latest to commit is athlete (running back or wide receiver) Mykelle Thompson, from San Antonio's John Paul Stevens High School.

The list of schools on his short list is awesome. Alabama, Arizona, Colorado, Houston, Iowa State, Kansas State, Nebrasks, New Mexico, SMU, TCU, Texas A&M, and Utah are in the lists. All are seriously recruiting him, all are expected to offer scholarships. They might be too late, Mykkele has dreamt about playing for Texas since he was in middle schoole. Of course, when has that ever stopped a recruiter from at least trying?

Not Big, Thompson measures up at 6-1, 170 pounds and has been timed at 4.5 seconds in the forty-yard dash.

The performance numbers are there. As a sophomore Mykkele carried the ball twenty-two times for 191 yards and three touchdowns. He aveaged nearly nine yards per try. He also caught nine passes for 73 yards, averaging over eight yards per catch and no touchdowns.

Much better as a junior, he carried the ball seventy-five times for 191 yards and eight touchdowns. He averaged eight yards per try. He also caught nineteen passes for 307 yards, a 16.6 yards per catch average and five touchdowns.

Thompson will be a PrepStar All-American in 2011. He has committed to Texas, but, judging from the list of schools hot on his trail, it might not be over just yet. Stay tuned. Something else for the famous Texas hot stove league.

Texas really does have hot stove leagues. Every town worth its salt has something going on in the local general store, barber shop and feed mill, particularly on Saturday morning. We know because we have either been there, or friends have. If you haven't, it's much more interesting to be a part of than listening to a bunch of dull congressmen. Besides, you know it when Elmo starts lying about a 6-10, 400 pound linemman with halfback speed, or a halfback with 4.2 speed in the forty, those guys in Washington are so messed up that they can't tell which lie they're on. In the end, the real America is on thousands of practice fields and game days on Fridays and Saturdays every weekend in the spring or fall.