Mar 3, 2006, 01:12 AM
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During high school I played football as a left tackle. Had some of my best memories from high school playing my freshman year.
One of the best would have to be during my freshman year. We were really getting our ass's kicked bad, I mean really bad. The offensive line just wasn't getting it done at all. I was best friends with our QB at the time and I couldn't help but feel pretty bad as he had been put on his ass the last two plays in a row.
He took a really big hit and I can remember him jumping up and running back to the huddle covered in mud, with a big chunk of dirt sticking out from his helmet. He looked at his wrist band and got really wide eyed and said "I can't read this, somebody else call a play" I leaned over and called a running play on 3rd and god only knows. I just figured it was best to not kill the man. Despite our humiliating defeat I think that's the best story I have from my 4 years playing. Makes me laugh every time.
These days I really don't play many sports outside of pool and bowling.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
Can I borrow a feeling?
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