'27 QB Trent Seaborn on Miami: "They have treated me like no other."

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Thompson (AL) quarterback Trent Seaborn sits on top of Miami’s quarterback board for the Class of 2027. The 6’1, 190-pounder (who is originally from Hawaii) has started since his 8th grade year and is coming off a state-title season where he threw for 2,675 yards (64%) with 26 TDs and 7 INTs.



Seaborn spoke to CanesInSight about his recent trip to Miami for the USF win and where they stand on his list of favorites:

On Miami’s place in his process: This place is something special. They have treated me like no other. I really feel at home here, the coaching staff, their offense, really the whole vibe here, it’s a special place and I can definitely see myself going here.

On his junior year: We started strong, had a rough second week against a very good Grayson team, it only just made us better. Now we’ve got regional play, and that’s what we’re most focused on. At the end of the day, my main goal for this season is to win another state championship.

On the protection he would get at Miami: Coach Mirabal, you can see how good of a job he does with that O-Line. They recruit the biggest, baddest dudes on the planet, and they develop them into the biggest, baddest dudes on the planet.

On attending the USF game: That was complete domination from start to finish.That offense was on fire. It all started up in the box with Coach Dawson. He was calling all the right plays and Carson was executing. The fact that they have 4, 5, 6 receivers that can all go and make plays, that is impressive in its own right. And then on top of that, with the elite running back room and the best offensive line room in the country, I don’t see anybody stopping that offense.

On the game atmosphere: The people of Miami showed out. Honestly, I had my doubts about a Miami game because I heard Hard Rock Stadium is 40 minutes away from campus, but a bunch of people came. I heard there were 65,000 people here, with the delay. They showed out.
 

Comments (43)

Never in a million years have I ever thought there would be a day where people saying we have the baddest dudes on the planet. Crazy times.

If you would have told me years ago a player would say that in the future, I wouldn’t ever have believed it.
There is hi tide and low tide but a Miami Hurricane football team should be the baddest mfers on the planet. We’re on the path… more work to do.
 
Never in a million years have I ever thought there would be a day where people saying we have the baddest dudes on the planet. Crazy times.

If you would have told me years ago a player would say that in the future, I wouldn’t ever have believed it.
I was born in 1997 so I’ve seen some bad ball. It is surreal. We had the OL last year but this year we got both
 
I was born in 1997 so I’ve seen some bad ball. It is surreal. We had the OL last year but this year we got both
Born in 82 didn’t get heavy into cfb till 08. But saw the Cane teams a little of the ed reed era. Wasnt a super fan that watched all the games then. We are gaining strength we are not there by a mile. But we are on that path man. Enjoy it
 
Born in 82 didn’t get heavy into cfb till 08. But saw the Cane teams a little of the ed reed era. Wasnt a super fan that watched all the games then. We are gaining strength we are not there by a mile. But we are on that path man. Enjoy it
Before most of your times, John Denver sang, "he was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year," describing how coming to the Rockies made him feel like being born again. Well, I came to Miami in 1984, the summer of my 18th year--a white boy emerging from rural Florida to be born again in the psychedelic kaleidoscope of Miami's international culture--mamasitas dancing to salsa at the Opalocka/Hialeah flea market, Ropa vieja on Calle Ocho, Jamaican patties, Trinidadian Roti, Haitian mamas handing me their babies in the back of the jitney, spring break on South Beach--it was like discovering a whole new world.

And, of course, that was the summer after the Canes shocked the world by beating Nebraska for our first championship, and I went whole hog Miami Hurricanes--tailgating in Little Havana outside the Orange Bowl eating arepas and paying $10 extra for a grassy spot on somebody's front yard, going nuts in the WEZ during a home winning streak 58 games long. Best of times. Wide Right I-III. Butch Davis reviving our glory after a few years of purgatory. Being kings of the world.

Then 20 years of sliding into mediocrity. Taking my boys to the games for years, trying to tell them exactly how great we were and how great it was to be a Miami Hurricane.


V-tech and Notre Dame in 2017 only served to remind me what it felt like to dominate the college football landscape, but it was just a mirage. Always hoping, always disappointed.


College football will never be the same, and because of that, we may never re-live those dynasty years. But right now, when those boys run through the tunnel, it might as well be 1984 all over again, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
 
Before most of your times, John Denver sang, "he was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year," describing how coming to the Rockies made him feel like being born again. Well, I came to Miami in 1984, the summer of my 18th year--a white boy emerging from rural Florida to be born again in the psychedelic kaleidoscope of Miami's international culture--mamasitas dancing to salsa at the Opalocka/Hialeah flea market, Ropa vieja on Calle Ocho, Jamaican patties, Trinidadian Roti, Haitian mamas handing me their babies in the back of the jitney, spring break on South Beach--it was like discovering a whole new world.

And, of course, that was the summer after the Canes shocked the world by beating Nebraska for our first championship, and I went whole hog Miami Hurricanes--tailgating in Little Havana outside the Orange Bowl eating arepas and paying $10 extra for a grassy spot on somebody's front yard, going nuts in the WEZ during a home winning streak 58 games long. Best of times. Wide Right I-III. Butch Davis reviving our glory after a few years of purgatory. Being kings of the world.

Then 20 years of sliding into mediocrity. Taking my boys to the games for years, trying to tell them exactly how great we were and how great it was to be a Miami Hurricane.


V-tech and Notre Dame in 2017 only served to remind me what it felt like to dominate the college football landscape, but it was just a mirage. Always hoping, always disappointed.


College football will never be the same, and because of that, we may never re-live those dynasty years. But right now, when those boys run through the tunnel, it might as well be 1984 all over again, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
This is exactly why people need to get out and see the world. Great post
 
Before most of your times, John Denver sang, "he was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year," describing how coming to the Rockies made him feel like being born again. Well, I came to Miami in 1984, the summer of my 18th year--a white boy emerging from rural Florida to be born again in the psychedelic kaleidoscope of Miami's international culture--mamasitas dancing to salsa at the Opalocka/Hialeah flea market, Ropa vieja on Calle Ocho, Jamaican patties, Trinidadian Roti, Haitian mamas handing me their babies in the back of the jitney, spring break on South Beach--it was like discovering a whole new world.

And, of course, that was the summer after the Canes shocked the world by beating Nebraska for our first championship, and I went whole hog Miami Hurricanes--tailgating in Little Havana outside the Orange Bowl eating arepas and paying $10 extra for a grassy spot on somebody's front yard, going nuts in the WEZ during a home winning streak 58 games long. Best of times. Wide Right I-III. Butch Davis reviving our glory after a few years of purgatory. Being kings of the world.

Then 20 years of sliding into mediocrity. Taking my boys to the games for years, trying to tell them exactly how great we were and how great it was to be a Miami Hurricane.


V-tech and Notre Dame in 2017 only served to remind me what it felt like to dominate the college football landscape, but it was just a mirage. Always hoping, always disappointed.


College football will never be the same, and because of that, we may never re-live those dynasty years. But right now, when those boys run through the tunnel, it might as well be 1984 all over again, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.

Can't love this post more! Good stuff man.
 
This is exactly why people need to get out and see the world. Great post
Dude, I learned to speak Spanish watching Telemundo in a Dominican hairdresser's living room/hair salon learning the hard way what it means when a Caribbean woman says she needs to get her hair "done." (She's now my wife and mother of my five kids). I thank God every day I found my way out of Ruskin.
 
Before most of your times, John Denver sang, "he was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year," describing how coming to the Rockies made him feel like being born again. Well, I came to Miami in 1984, the summer of my 18th year--a white boy emerging from rural Florida to be born again in the psychedelic kaleidoscope of Miami's international culture--mamasitas dancing to salsa at the Opalocka/Hialeah flea market, Ropa vieja on Calle Ocho, Jamaican patties, Trinidadian Roti, Haitian mamas handing me their babies in the back of the jitney, spring break on South Beach--it was like discovering a whole new world.

And, of course, that was the summer after the Canes shocked the world by beating Nebraska for our first championship, and I went whole hog Miami Hurricanes--tailgating in Little Havana outside the Orange Bowl eating arepas and paying $10 extra for a grassy spot on somebody's front yard, going nuts in the WEZ during a home winning streak 58 games long. Best of times. Wide Right I-III. Butch Davis reviving our glory after a few years of purgatory. Being kings of the world.

Then 20 years of sliding into mediocrity. Taking my boys to the games for years, trying to tell them exactly how great we were and how great it was to be a Miami Hurricane.


V-tech and Notre Dame in 2017 only served to remind me what it felt like to dominate the college football landscape, but it was just a mirage. Always hoping, always disappointed.


College football will never be the same, and because of that, we may never re-live those dynasty years. But right now, when those boys run through the tunnel, it might as well be 1984 all over again, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
I’ll take what OSU is or UGA. Give me that and I won’t complain. Steady top ten team
 
Born in 82 didn’t get heavy into cfb till 08. But saw the Cane teams a little of the ed reed era. Wasnt a super fan that watched all the games then. We are gaining strength we are not there by a mile. But we are on that path man. Enjoy it
You from NY right? Why does it seem like folks from NY/NJ don’t mess with college football to much?

Seems like folks up that way are more in tune to NBA/NFL/MLB
 
You from NY right? Why does it seem like folks from NY/NJ don’t mess with college football to much?

Seems like folks up that way are more in tune to NBA/NFL/MLB
PSU is the only football team that has won anything in the last 50 years and is a state school so NY/NJ dont want to root for them unless they are born in PA. Rutgers fans are loyal but they got teased with Schiano's first run. Now they know they are basically excited by the thought of a 9 win season.

Syracuse and BC are private so they dont have a ton of home grown fans that make it to every home game. UConn is the little guy. Pitt is caught between PSU and OSU. Most of the people in those states tend to gravitate towards popular teams as they are growing up. North Jersey kids love Notre Dame, Big10 and sprinkle in other areas. South Jersey tends to be a little big of ACC and a touch of SEC

So those two states havent had anything to root for and tend to be Giants/Jets/Bills fans and then just pick a college team
 
PSU is the only football team that has won anything in the last 50 years and is a state school so NY/NJ dont want to root for them unless they are born in PA. Rutgers fans are loyal but they got teased with Schiano's first run. Now they know they are basically excited by the thought of a 9 win season.

Syracuse and BC are private so they dont have a ton of home grown fans that make it to every home game. UConn is the little guy. Pitt is caught between PSU and OSU. Most of the people in those states tend to gravitate towards popular teams as they are growing up. North Jersey kids love Notre Dame, Big10 and sprinkle in other areas. South Jersey tends to be a little big of ACC and a touch of SEC

So those two states havent had anything to root for and tend to be Giants/Jets/Bills fans and then just pick a college team
Makes total sense. Appreciate the lesson
 
You from NY right? Why does it seem like folks from NY/NJ don’t mess with college football to much?

Seems like folks up that way are more in tune to NBA/NFL/MLB

In TrumpyCane's opinion its because we have 2 MLB teams, 2 NFL teams, etc

Will say NYC was very hyped for St Johns basketball to back last year
 
You from NY right? Why does it seem like folks from NY/NJ don’t mess with college football to much?

Seems like folks up that way are more in tune to NBA/NFL/MLB
Yea no one likes college sports here only pro. There is too much sh to keep up with and there is no dominant team. If Rutgers became Bama people would have to go. I mean I assume they would go who tf knows............me growing up wasn't into it at all till I saw the Canes in video games first. Then it grew from there.....pause big pause
 
Before most of your times, John Denver sang, "he was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year," describing how coming to the Rockies made him feel like being born again. Well, I came to Miami in 1984, the summer of my 18th year--a white boy emerging from rural Florida to be born again in the psychedelic kaleidoscope of Miami's international culture--mamasitas dancing to salsa at the Opalocka/Hialeah flea market, Ropa vieja on Calle Ocho, Jamaican patties, Trinidadian Roti, Haitian mamas handing me their babies in the back of the jitney, spring break on South Beach--it was like discovering a whole new world.

And, of course, that was the summer after the Canes shocked the world by beating Nebraska for our first championship, and I went whole hog Miami Hurricanes--tailgating in Little Havana outside the Orange Bowl eating arepas and paying $10 extra for a grassy spot on somebody's front yard, going nuts in the WEZ during a home winning streak 58 games long. Best of times. Wide Right I-III. Butch Davis reviving our glory after a few years of purgatory. Being kings of the world.

Then 20 years of sliding into mediocrity. Taking my boys to the games for years, trying to tell them exactly how great we were and how great it was to be a Miami Hurricane.


V-tech and Notre Dame in 2017 only served to remind me what it felt like to dominate the college football landscape, but it was just a mirage. Always hoping, always disappointed.


College football will never be the same, and because of that, we may never re-live those dynasty years. But right now, when those boys run through the tunnel, it might as well be 1984 all over again, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
 
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