My late father-in-law, Robert Bruce McClendon, attended Newberry College on a football scholarship. I called him "Papa". While other boys were sitting back waiting for checks to come from daddy, Papa was working two regular jobs as well as a couple of side jobs to send money home to his widowed mama. He was a soda jerk and picked up and delivered dry cleaning. The "rich" boys would tease him for working while they were playing around. They'd honk and laugh as they went by. He would mutter under his breath that he'd own them some day.
At this same point in time, he was on the varsity football team and had to practice sometimes two times a day with the team, all while keeping a B average so he could keep his scholarship. After one year, he decided that the Air Force was a better way.
He shared many interesting stories with my husband of his time at Newberry College, some of them painful and some of them painfully funny. Papa, at times, had a wicked since of humor. :)