Have you ever wondered what it's like going through life as a Thicc Boi? From an early age, you're the butt of jokes as you caress your fourth juice box at lunch time. You're always the last one picked for dodgeball despite bearing the most resemblance to said dodgeball. But do you want to know what true Thicc Bois are? Unrelenting. It takes a lot of courage to stand in front of the school nurse shirtless and try to touch your toes at the annual scoliosis check at school. It takes courage to keep going after the all-you-can eat buffet asks you to leave.
Hi, my name is Ninton Quelson and I'm proud to say I'm a Thicc Boi.
Hunger can mean many things. When I was young, "hungry" meant "I want some food." It was a simpler time of course, but I have always appreciated a good meatloaf. As I faced the obstacles in my life through childhood, the word "hungry" started to grow another meaning. It became synonymous with "wanting more" and started to affect me beyond my heft. I watched NSFL games with my dad, sitting on the couch and seeing other Thicc Bois going at it in their own "miniature" wars. It gave me goosebumps watching those gladiators fight for the life of that little circle with the ball. The hunger started growing. I stepped up my eating game, finding as many types of food to eat as I could (my poor toilet) to be as well-rounded as I could be, in every sense of the word. Weight lifting followed shortly after as not only did I not want to be pushed around anymore, it was time for me to do some pushing. I honed my craft as the hunger grew for football.
In high school, I was starting to see the benefits of being Thicc. While parties were missed and girlfriends were sparse, I found a place where I belonged: the simulated gridiron. The first thing my coach said to me when I showed up at tryouts was "Damn!" And thus, my football career was born. At first my Thiccocity was my main weapon on the field, but I learned how to use technique to improve my game. I was able to connect the motions I used so frequently in eating to the field. Reaching for the last two dinner rolls with a deathgrip translated to holding on to the opponents pads. Chopping meatloaf in half with my hand so I can eat twice as fast became chopping DE's arms as they tried to pass. Our QB never looked like anything but the last drumstick on the bottom of a KFC bucket. You better believe I was ready to lay down my life for him. Once that switch was flipped, the hunger grew once more as I started to realize that I had some potential.
College was an entirely different experience. Long gone were the days of showing up at tryouts trying to make the tail end of the JV squad. This was the real deal. I got some decent offers, but one school really spoke to me. On my visit to Purdue, I had the usual wining and dining (with some extra dining, cuz...you know). And I'll never forget what the starting right tackle asked me as we started to tour the facilities: "Hey man, have you ever seen a pancake bar?" Now, I know what you're thinking: "fluffy man like pancakes", but hear me out. Yes, the obvious fact of a customizable food in great quantities appealed to me, but there was something about the metaphor of endless pancakes that spoke to me at a football level. These guys lived, breathed, and produced pancakes and I wanted to be a part of that. Being apart of the whipping boys of the Big Ten was not something that concerned me, because the way I saw it: we had something to prove. We were hungry. Day after day, opponent after opponent, season after season, we stayed hungry. As I look back on those times not far behind me, I see growth, both physical and metaphorical. But now I look to the future.
I'm ready for the next challenge. And as the drafts draw near, I want every GM in the DSFL and NSFL to know: I'm hungry and I'm ready to eat.
--Ninton Quelson
(Official Thicc Boi)
Hi, my name is Ninton Quelson and I'm proud to say I'm a Thicc Boi.
Hunger can mean many things. When I was young, "hungry" meant "I want some food." It was a simpler time of course, but I have always appreciated a good meatloaf. As I faced the obstacles in my life through childhood, the word "hungry" started to grow another meaning. It became synonymous with "wanting more" and started to affect me beyond my heft. I watched NSFL games with my dad, sitting on the couch and seeing other Thicc Bois going at it in their own "miniature" wars. It gave me goosebumps watching those gladiators fight for the life of that little circle with the ball. The hunger started growing. I stepped up my eating game, finding as many types of food to eat as I could (my poor toilet) to be as well-rounded as I could be, in every sense of the word. Weight lifting followed shortly after as not only did I not want to be pushed around anymore, it was time for me to do some pushing. I honed my craft as the hunger grew for football.
In high school, I was starting to see the benefits of being Thicc. While parties were missed and girlfriends were sparse, I found a place where I belonged: the simulated gridiron. The first thing my coach said to me when I showed up at tryouts was "Damn!" And thus, my football career was born. At first my Thiccocity was my main weapon on the field, but I learned how to use technique to improve my game. I was able to connect the motions I used so frequently in eating to the field. Reaching for the last two dinner rolls with a deathgrip translated to holding on to the opponents pads. Chopping meatloaf in half with my hand so I can eat twice as fast became chopping DE's arms as they tried to pass. Our QB never looked like anything but the last drumstick on the bottom of a KFC bucket. You better believe I was ready to lay down my life for him. Once that switch was flipped, the hunger grew once more as I started to realize that I had some potential.
College was an entirely different experience. Long gone were the days of showing up at tryouts trying to make the tail end of the JV squad. This was the real deal. I got some decent offers, but one school really spoke to me. On my visit to Purdue, I had the usual wining and dining (with some extra dining, cuz...you know). And I'll never forget what the starting right tackle asked me as we started to tour the facilities: "Hey man, have you ever seen a pancake bar?" Now, I know what you're thinking: "fluffy man like pancakes", but hear me out. Yes, the obvious fact of a customizable food in great quantities appealed to me, but there was something about the metaphor of endless pancakes that spoke to me at a football level. These guys lived, breathed, and produced pancakes and I wanted to be a part of that. Being apart of the whipping boys of the Big Ten was not something that concerned me, because the way I saw it: we had something to prove. We were hungry. Day after day, opponent after opponent, season after season, we stayed hungry. As I look back on those times not far behind me, I see growth, both physical and metaphorical. But now I look to the future.
I'm ready for the next challenge. And as the drafts draw near, I want every GM in the DSFL and NSFL to know: I'm hungry and I'm ready to eat.
--Ninton Quelson
(Official Thicc Boi)
--Ninton Quelson
(Official Thicc Boi)
(Official Thicc Boi)