08-26-2021, 08:08 AM
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............ AND THE BALL GAME IS OVER, THE GREY DUCKS OF MINNESOTA ARE HEADED FOR THE ULTIMINI *ROAR* *CHEER* *CHEER* *CHEER*
We may not have expected to win but we didnt expect it to be that ugly.
"FUCK"
First word out of the charismatic Tay Swizzle, he had a great game the team just let him down. Well Sailor didn't he was great. Our running game had been our best asset and it was terrible. The line was terrible, I was terrible. I don't really think I heard much of anything coach said after the game. I just sat there and thought about my career.....
....In Highschool I played for one of the worst teams in Illinois history my first 2 seasons as a freshman and sophomore. 0 wins 22 losses no games closer than 10 points. The fans would literally boo us as we walked on the field. I don't mean our parents, I mean the students our friends...... they just HATED the football team. Then when I was a junior we decided to change a couple things. 1.) We decided to run the ball more to set up the pass instead of the other way around 2.) we brought in a sophomore to play QB and another to play WR both talented kids going to national QB and WR camps respectivly and were rumored to have local scouts after them.
We were great, thats the awesome thing about highschool football you can be terrible then suddenly with no warning be incredible. We went from 0-11 two years in a row to 10-1 my junior season. The only loss to those goddamn inbred wannabes who run the triple option like the military acadamies do. We got to the last 8 teams in state but lost to a program with a Wisconsin bound running back who grilled us from whistle to whistle. We didnt care much, we just hated as Wilmington beat us in the regular season then made it past us in the postseason.
See the parralel yet.
Senior year was different. It wasnt for the fun as much as it was for the wins, we had the fun AFTER the games. Fridays we looked like men sent on a mission to destroy the world and we did. until week 11...... The #1 and #2 teams in 4A in the state of Illinois. The Wilmo game we had looked SO forward too. Before the game I was wrapping up my forearms like I always did and I spotted a metal plate from the cieling on the ground I stuffed it under my tape and had one of our defensive lineman come over and clubbed him like i would a lineman getting past. *CRACK* Split his helmet open. We locked eyes and smiled and then he went off for a new helmet. No idea what he told coach.
We won the game, ran straight through them up the middle like they were nothing with me full of RAGE leading the way. Two of thier D-Lineman got concussions. Man, subconcussive hits are dangerous. No one had any idea, but I did feel bad I had let the rage and fire of winning consume me whole and was activly trying to hurt people. We would lose in the Semi's to a chicago catholic league school who had 5 D1 players. We had me, a guy going D1 for baseball at wideout and a bunch of the typical D2 and 3 dudes we put out on a good season.
I told no one about what I did, they probably wouldn't have let me go to college. I thought about quitting football but I decided that was silly. College is prohibitivly expensive for about half the country so im gonna take the full ride scholarship to WIU. At western we were awful, made the FCS playoffs once but other than that we didnt do much of anything. I was the only guy there that realized his pro ambitions, we had a DT who could have come with but he had a beautiful wife and daughter and didnt want to wreck his brain, much respect.
I never did it at western, I played without that RAGE that had consumed me against Wilmington I left it locked away.
.....
.....
.....
CARIMI
I awoke from my day dream with Tay Heenie 6 inches from my face.
Heenie: Come on day dreamy, games over lets go home.
Me: how late you gonna be up tonight teeny?
Heenie: Prolly pretty late, Madden just came out you know. Its fun wanna join!
Me: Naw, ill call you later
Heenie: Okay!
Its funny, how conviently placed in time things are. When I was in college me and some friends went looking for sleds to go sledding down a hill on campus with. The Walmart we went to had a display of wheelchairs at the door we walked in. I have never seen a wheelchair display before or since. But id need one for nearly three months as I broke my foot in the sledding accident and didnt walk from November till March.
So here we are, the beast threatening to break out of his cage. and there just HAPPENS to be some sheet metal lying around from a recent metal work proect (hobby of mine). I water jetted out a section half the size of my forearm and wrapped my forearm like i would for the game. 6 times around. Only this time I used green tape and 3 times around I stopped to put in the dulled but hopefully effective metal. I finished wrapping
Me: *ring* *ring* *ring*
Heenie: Tay Heenie speaking who do it be?
Me: Its me teeny peeny, got a second to come over. Oh and bring your helmet!
*5 minutes pass*
Heenie: Oh hey man got some metal art to show me?
Me: Nope, lineup at NT.
Teeny played Nose Tackle some in college before switching to offensive line because he liked it better. Also that defense stank and he wanted to go pro so i dont blame him.
He got down in 0 technique and I lined up off of his shoulder as though I was left guard...
HUT
He jumped straight forward and I lunged for him from the side and *WHACK* his helmet broke. A chunk came out even. He said maybe he needed a new one because it was the one he had been using the whole season. Also that I quite hurt and he is glad I line up beside him and not on the otherside of him.
I never told him why his helmet cracked or why his head hurt after. My point was proven, no one needs to know.
the beast is out, and out for blood.
Come next season, I really hope the leagues D lines are filled with god fearing good men.
Because I will try and make them meet god.
I don't care who I injur or how badly, all I want is the championship around my finger
NOTHING. ELSE. MATTERS.
I went to bed having just lost the conference title game but I didnt much care about that. I had new resolve to work harder than ever before and make myself better in everyway so next time i can open the holes needed to win football games and win the battle of the trenches. That and of course my special friend for the grey ducks
Gott helfe denen, die sich mir widersetzen
(God help those who oppose me)
1250 words RTG.
We may not have expected to win but we didnt expect it to be that ugly.
"FUCK"
First word out of the charismatic Tay Swizzle, he had a great game the team just let him down. Well Sailor didn't he was great. Our running game had been our best asset and it was terrible. The line was terrible, I was terrible. I don't really think I heard much of anything coach said after the game. I just sat there and thought about my career.....
....In Highschool I played for one of the worst teams in Illinois history my first 2 seasons as a freshman and sophomore. 0 wins 22 losses no games closer than 10 points. The fans would literally boo us as we walked on the field. I don't mean our parents, I mean the students our friends...... they just HATED the football team. Then when I was a junior we decided to change a couple things. 1.) We decided to run the ball more to set up the pass instead of the other way around 2.) we brought in a sophomore to play QB and another to play WR both talented kids going to national QB and WR camps respectivly and were rumored to have local scouts after them.
We were great, thats the awesome thing about highschool football you can be terrible then suddenly with no warning be incredible. We went from 0-11 two years in a row to 10-1 my junior season. The only loss to those goddamn inbred wannabes who run the triple option like the military acadamies do. We got to the last 8 teams in state but lost to a program with a Wisconsin bound running back who grilled us from whistle to whistle. We didnt care much, we just hated as Wilmington beat us in the regular season then made it past us in the postseason.
See the parralel yet.
Senior year was different. It wasnt for the fun as much as it was for the wins, we had the fun AFTER the games. Fridays we looked like men sent on a mission to destroy the world and we did. until week 11...... The #1 and #2 teams in 4A in the state of Illinois. The Wilmo game we had looked SO forward too. Before the game I was wrapping up my forearms like I always did and I spotted a metal plate from the cieling on the ground I stuffed it under my tape and had one of our defensive lineman come over and clubbed him like i would a lineman getting past. *CRACK* Split his helmet open. We locked eyes and smiled and then he went off for a new helmet. No idea what he told coach.
We won the game, ran straight through them up the middle like they were nothing with me full of RAGE leading the way. Two of thier D-Lineman got concussions. Man, subconcussive hits are dangerous. No one had any idea, but I did feel bad I had let the rage and fire of winning consume me whole and was activly trying to hurt people. We would lose in the Semi's to a chicago catholic league school who had 5 D1 players. We had me, a guy going D1 for baseball at wideout and a bunch of the typical D2 and 3 dudes we put out on a good season.
I told no one about what I did, they probably wouldn't have let me go to college. I thought about quitting football but I decided that was silly. College is prohibitivly expensive for about half the country so im gonna take the full ride scholarship to WIU. At western we were awful, made the FCS playoffs once but other than that we didnt do much of anything. I was the only guy there that realized his pro ambitions, we had a DT who could have come with but he had a beautiful wife and daughter and didnt want to wreck his brain, much respect.
I never did it at western, I played without that RAGE that had consumed me against Wilmington I left it locked away.
.....
.....
.....
CARIMI
I awoke from my day dream with Tay Heenie 6 inches from my face.
Heenie: Come on day dreamy, games over lets go home.
Me: how late you gonna be up tonight teeny?
Heenie: Prolly pretty late, Madden just came out you know. Its fun wanna join!
Me: Naw, ill call you later
Heenie: Okay!
Its funny, how conviently placed in time things are. When I was in college me and some friends went looking for sleds to go sledding down a hill on campus with. The Walmart we went to had a display of wheelchairs at the door we walked in. I have never seen a wheelchair display before or since. But id need one for nearly three months as I broke my foot in the sledding accident and didnt walk from November till March.
So here we are, the beast threatening to break out of his cage. and there just HAPPENS to be some sheet metal lying around from a recent metal work proect (hobby of mine). I water jetted out a section half the size of my forearm and wrapped my forearm like i would for the game. 6 times around. Only this time I used green tape and 3 times around I stopped to put in the dulled but hopefully effective metal. I finished wrapping
Me: *ring* *ring* *ring*
Heenie: Tay Heenie speaking who do it be?
Me: Its me teeny peeny, got a second to come over. Oh and bring your helmet!
*5 minutes pass*
Heenie: Oh hey man got some metal art to show me?
Me: Nope, lineup at NT.
Teeny played Nose Tackle some in college before switching to offensive line because he liked it better. Also that defense stank and he wanted to go pro so i dont blame him.
He got down in 0 technique and I lined up off of his shoulder as though I was left guard...
HUT
He jumped straight forward and I lunged for him from the side and *WHACK* his helmet broke. A chunk came out even. He said maybe he needed a new one because it was the one he had been using the whole season. Also that I quite hurt and he is glad I line up beside him and not on the otherside of him.
I never told him why his helmet cracked or why his head hurt after. My point was proven, no one needs to know.
the beast is out, and out for blood.
Come next season, I really hope the leagues D lines are filled with god fearing good men.
Because I will try and make them meet god.
I don't care who I injur or how badly, all I want is the championship around my finger
NOTHING. ELSE. MATTERS.
I went to bed having just lost the conference title game but I didnt much care about that. I had new resolve to work harder than ever before and make myself better in everyway so next time i can open the holes needed to win football games and win the battle of the trenches. That and of course my special friend for the grey ducks
Gott helfe denen, die sich mir widersetzen
(God help those who oppose me)
1250 words RTG.
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