Via a friend's dad who played, WWU wanted me to try out but I chose drinking Busch Lite. Where is WWU's football team now? Busch was clearly the correct institution to side with.
Via a friend's dad who played, WWU wanted me to try out but I chose drinking Busch Lite. Where is WWU's football team now? Busch was clearly the correct institution to side with.
Or maybe WWU would still have a team if you had joined.
Via a friend's dad who played, WWU wanted me to try out but I chose drinking Busch Lite. Where is WWU's football team now? Busch was clearly the correct institution to side with.
Or maybe WWU would still have a team if you had joined.
Freshman football was my pinnacle. The last play I remember was trying to bull rush a future UW guard who outweighed me by 70 pounds. The concussion made me hazy, but our coach was nice enough to show the replay to the whole team in film review. Big belly laughs all around. I'd never seen anyone fly five yards backwards before, or since. I'm thankful to him for crushing any football delusions I may have had early in the process.
I started my senior season at 162 pounds--heaviest I would be until the beer and soul-crushing Husky fandom pushed me over the edge in my mid-thirties. I ended that season (and graduated) at 145, after 17 pounds of injury-related muscle atrophy. I was small but at least looked like a football player in August. Looked like a little dork wiener in December.
Freshman football was my pinnacle. The last play I remember was trying to bull rush a future UW guard who outweighed me by 70 pounds. The concussion made me hazy, but our coach was nice enough to show the replay to the whole team in film review. Big belly laughs all around. I'd never seen anyone fly five yards backwards before, or since. I'm thankful to him for crushing any football delusions I may have had early in the process.
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Highlight of senior season team film review was the time I was chasing a play from behind on the sideline and the 270 pound tight end turned around to seal me off. Stupidly figured my full head of steam would make up for his 100 pounds. The camera was panning, following the play. My collision with this dude happened in about the middle of the screen. I did not land in frame... Whole room sounded like that picture of Browning being flipped/spun looked. Whole bunch of "OH, SHIT!" and "DUUUUUUUDE!" Coach rewound and played it back a lot of times. By request.
I feel sorry for guys who grew up to be great athletes playing on awesome teams. How boring later in life! Being a shitty midget on a shitty team makes for way better stories decades later.
Middle school was as far as I could make it. I realized it wasn't for me when during a game I started crying because the guy I was covering was so much bigger and stronger than me and kept knocking me on my ass.
Freshman football was my pinnacle. The last play I remember was trying to bull rush a future UW guard who outweighed me by 70 pounds. The concussion made me hazy, but our coach was nice enough to show the replay to the whole team in film review. Big belly laughs all around. I'd never seen anyone fly five yards backwards before, or since. I'm thankful to him for crushing any football delusions I may have had early in the process.
I got absolutely destroyed once by a guy named Alex Linnencohl that was a three year starter for Oregon State. Most high school lineman aren’t good or quick enough to pick up a blitz. I was used to going untouched but Linnencohl absolutely fucked me up.
Attempted, high school, bent a knee the wrong way, PT bill came and one of my dads said I could go out for the chess team. Broke a finger the next year playing speed chess. What was once a promising career ended in giving sexual favors to dads and moms in the bathroom on parent teacher night, and the occasional administrator.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
I started my senior season at 162 pounds--heaviest I would be until the beer and soul-crushing Husky fandom pushed me over the edge in my mid-thirties. I ended that season (and graduated) at 145, after 17 pounds of injury-related muscle atrophy. I was small but at least looked like a football player in August. Looked like a little dork wiener in December.
Freshman football was my pinnacle. The last play I remember was trying to bull rush a future UW guard who outweighed me by 70 pounds. The concussion made me hazy, but our coach was nice enough to show the replay to the whole team in film review. Big belly laughs all around. I'd never seen anyone fly five yards backwards before, or since. I'm thankful to him for crushing any football delusions I may have had early in the process.
youmesame.gif
Highlight of senior season team film review was the time I was chasing a play from behind on the sideline and the 270 pound tight end turned around to seal me off. Stupidly figured my full head of steam would make up for his 100 pounds. The camera was panning, following the play. My collision with this dude happened in about the middle of the screen. I did not land in frame... Whole room sounded like that picture of Browning being flipped/spun looked. Whole bunch of "OH, SHIT!" and "DUUUUUUUDE!" Coach rewound and played it back a lot of times. By request.
I feel sorry for guys who grew up to be great athletes playing on awesome teams. How boring later in life! Being a shitty midget on a shitty team makes for way better stories decades later.
Lol, some things are universal. Teammates being delighted in seeing us getting fucking rag dolled in film review is a childhood tradition unlike any other.
My JR year, in a playoff game, one of my teammates (who was a very good player) got blind-sided on a kickoff by a dude who went on to play at USC...full-speed, both knocked out cold for about 5 minutes, and both stayed in the game (Pat Hill Tuff)...we watched that in film , over and over, and laughed our asses off...it was one of about a dozen concussions he had, and he lost a scholly because of it...
I started my senior season at 162 pounds--heaviest I would be until the beer and soul-crushing Husky fandom pushed me over the edge in my mid-thirties. I ended that season (and graduated) at 145, after 17 pounds of injury-related muscle atrophy. I was small but at least looked like a football player in August. Looked like a little dork wiener in December.
Freshman football was my pinnacle. The last play I remember was trying to bull rush a future UW guard who outweighed me by 70 pounds. The concussion made me hazy, but our coach was nice enough to show the replay to the whole team in film review. Big belly laughs all around. I'd never seen anyone fly five yards backwards before, or since. I'm thankful to him for crushing any football delusions I may have had early in the process.
youmesame.gif
Highlight of senior season team film review was the time I was chasing a play from behind on the sideline and the 270 pound tight end turned around to seal me off. Stupidly figured my full head of steam would make up for his 100 pounds. The camera was panning, following the play. My collision with this dude happened in about the middle of the screen. I did not land in frame... Whole room sounded like that picture of Browning being flipped/spun looked. Whole bunch of "OH, SHIT!" and "DUUUUUUUDE!" Coach rewound and played it back a lot of times. By request.
I feel sorry for guys who grew up to be great athletes playing on awesome teams. How boring later in life! Being a shitty midget on a shitty team makes for way better stories decades later.
I was just slow strategy to the max physically developing. My frame didn't stop growing until I was 30 or so.
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I started my senior season at 162 pounds--heaviest I would be until the beer and soul-crushing Husky fandom pushed me over the edge in my mid-thirties. I ended that season (and graduated) at 145, after 17 pounds of injury-related muscle atrophy. I was small but at least looked like a football player in August. Looked like a little dork wiener in December. youmesame.gif
Highlight of senior season team film review was the time I was chasing a play from behind on the sideline and the 270 pound tight end turned around to seal me off. Stupidly figured my full head of steam would make up for his 100 pounds. The camera was panning, following the play. My collision with this dude happened in about the middle of the screen. I did not land in frame... Whole room sounded like that picture of Browning being flipped/spun looked. Whole bunch of "OH, SHIT!" and "DUUUUUUUDE!" Coach rewound and played it back a lot of times. By request.
I feel sorry for guys who grew up to be great athletes playing on awesome teams. How boring later in life! Being a shitty midget on a shitty team makes for way better stories decades later.
We were first loosers and I lead the league in TDs.
I was a real Steve Largent, Wayne Chrebet, Wes Welker type.
Attempted, high school, bent a knee the wrong way, PT bill came and one of my dads said I could go out for the chess team. Broke a finger the next year playing speed chess. What was once a promising career ended in giving sexual favors to dads and moms in the bathroom on parent teacher night, and the occasional administrator.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
Nose was fine, but my glasses were broken.