Peter Warrick and Laveranues Coles rode together until a fateful shopping trip drove them apart
They met four years ago, P-Dub and Trub, and the first thing P-Dub told Trub was, "They're gonna shave your head, so get your butt ready." Florida State football seniors always take razors to the football freshmen, and there's no use fighting it, no use at all. P-Dub told Trub he had come to campus with a rattail the year before, a rat-tail he'd been
growing down his neck since high school, and that those heartless seniors snipped the thing off. Trub appreciated the warning, and they became boys right then and there, P-Dub, short for PW, shorter for Peter Warrick, and Trub, short for Trouble, the nickname of Laveranues Coles.
Wherever one went, the other was sure to follow, and soon they were roommates at the dorm. By that time, P-Dub was a redshirt sophomore and Trub was a true sophomore, and one weekend they'd go see Warrick's folks in Bradenton, and the next they'd hang at Coles' grandmother's in Jacksonville. They sort of had the same history. Warrick's stepfather was a minister, like Coles' mother. Warrick used to sing in the church choir, and Coles was a self-proclaimed nerd who had a 3.0 GPA in high school and wanted to major in pre-med. But things started to change after the Clemson game in 1997, the game that put Warrick on the map. He caught eight balls for 249 yards and two touchdowns and returned a punt 90 yards for a score. Their dorm phone was ringing, ringing only for P-Dub, with agents leaving their names and numbers. "Whoa, dawg, you gonna be rich," an envious Trub would say.
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