Welcome to the Friday Feedback, which loves three-day weekends for another reason: The subsequent four-day work week. It tricks you into thinking it’s another three-day weekend!

Things to tap you on the shoulder and request your immediate attention:

– More football freshmen arrive this weekend to begin summer classes Monday. From what I’ve been able to gather, expect Bridgeport safety Wes Tonkery, Florida receivers Dante Chambers and Sticks McCartney, Texas quarterback Jeremy Johnson and a few others and maybe one big name to arrive.

Speaking of, and in case you got caught up in this yesterday, You Know Who will not be here Monday. At last check – we do check — his name was not to be mentioned until it deserved mentioning.

Many other newcomers are either still in school or about to play in an all-star game some time soon. Two have other work to do. Georgia receiver Quantavious Leslie and Virginia running back Trey Johnson are … what’s the safest, least libelous word? … circled academically, but favorable returns on grades and test scores could get them here on time. If not, it’s prep school and a battle to again win their services.

– Oliver Luck will not be your next A.D., per Oliver Luck. A lot of the people I talked to insisted he was a candidate, but likely that was just the WVU perspective. Two people I talked two and trust convinced me he would not take the job.

… I’ve heard unless this is his dream job — and it may be — he’s pretty happy with his gig in Houston and being able to follow his son, Andrew, as he quarterbacks Stanford. Might just be bad timing.

Also, the word “interview” is being used pretty liberally with this A.D. story.

– Want to know an A.D. name we’ve been hearing? It’s a good one with a gem of a quote from that name attached to it.

Onto the Feedback. As always, comments appear as posted. In other words, make it look good … but not too good.

Mack said:

“I just like to feel comfortable.”

Me too. Which is why I don’t run.

I don’t count my softball hobby — in which I run 60 feet at a time, maybe 120 on offense … and only a few steps at a time when I play effortless defense in left field — so I can’t recall the last time I actually ran. It might have been 2006. We were in Richmond for my sister’s VCU graduation and my grandfather was in a wheelchair. He wheeled outside to have a cigarette and failed to apply the brakes … or realize he was atop a slight incline. I sprinted through the lobby — had to wait for the revolving door — and managed to halt Gramps before traffic. From that moment forward, I decided to use my power in emergencies only. True story.