Being Rickie Vaughne has its advantages and its disadvantages. First off if you are me you are the most badass motherfucker to ever play in the ISFL. Probably not the most badass player in sim league history as Penny Kowers is a pretty damn hard name to beat, but second is a title I will gladly embrace. A lot has been going on in my life recently. I had a very kickass season playing for the Norfolk Seawolves in the Developmental Simulation Football League. We made it to the ultimini, but we fell just short and did not bring home the title unfortunately. That really hurt me on the inside as I had put up my heart and soul that season playing my ass off on the field every single day. I do not blame anyone but myself however. I alone played the best I could possibly play and I tried my damn hardest and I know for a fact that every single man on that field tried just as hard as I did so I feel nothing against my teammates or myself. It was a tough loss, but I am the type to pick myself up by the bootstraps and try harder when life does not go my way. I knew this was the time to do that. I was going up the bigs next season to play for the team that drafted me, the San Jose Sabercats, and I was extremely pumped to do everything I could possibly do in my power to make myself the best player I could possibly be.
I started off my training by really spending a lot of time on the treadmill and getting sweaty every day to really make myself faster. I did this for weeks and weeks and weeks till eventually, I found myself running longer and harder than I ever had before. At my home in rural Virginia, there is a small road that goes into the woods out behind my ranch. The road goes about 4 and half miles or so and I would run that route every morning for 6 months to train. Every day my goal was to be better than I was yesterday and I accomplished that. The first time I ran the loop it took me almost an hour to get through. By the time I was finished with my 6 month offseason and was heading back to training camp, I could run it in almost 45 minutes. I was fast as fuck.
The second thing I did over the offseason was work on getting my strength up. I woke up every day at 5 AM and went outside to the old quarry that was behind my house. I had bought this house specifically as a fixer up so I would have a chore to work on over the offseason. I had managed to get the house extremely cheap off the buyers market because it was the site of old abandoned quarry that had collapsed in on itself one day long ago. It needed serious cleaning and instead of forking over the money people had just left it to rot. Well, I was not going to let the men who died in that collapse suffer a terrible grave. I got up every morning and went out to the old quarry and lifted rocks and moved them. I did this every day for hours at a time, but the rocks were so big I could usually only move 2-3 a day. There were 100s of rocks in that pit so moving them was a serious dedication of my time, but it was a useful one. By the end of the summer, I was able to lift and move the rocks easier than every before and I made it to the bottom of the abandoned quarry. My muscles were bulging and I had biceps like I had never seen before. I was ready to fucking play some football.
The third thing I did over the offseason was work on my endurance. I needed to be able to work myself and harder and harder every single day. I needed to be able to last and withstand for hours of intense movement and hardcore workouts. One thing that very much aided me in this category was the implication of long-range running to my daily schedule. At the end of the day as the last thing I did before I went to sleep I would take a 10 mile run into the small town close to my rural house and then jog back out. I did this every day for months and it became a serious routine of mine. After a bit I became a bit of an urban legend around the town for my daily runs and how I always managed to be exactly on time and in the same spot every day. I got to know more and more of the nice people that lived in the town and how they lived their lives away from the big cities and gridirons of the world. It was extremely informative for me and made me want to get connected with my community. One day I was out running and some other people just were waiting alongside the road and they started running with me. The next day those same people were waiting by the side of the road and they started running with me. They never spoke and I never spoke to them, I still do not even know their names, but we ran together every day and formed a great bond. Eventually, some more people started running with us. There were about 10 of us now. We never spoke and we never looked at each other, but we formed a bond of brothership. Every day more and more people would join me as I went on my daily run. 10 miles the run was. Same route everyday and everynight. Never had any variations or changes. Eventually one day I went outside and there were news helicopters and trucks every which way all with their cameras pointed at me and the 100s of runners waiting outside my house. I did not pay them any mind and I kept on running my normal route. This happened a few days after that, but it stayed in the back of mind. Oh man that was a fun summer. By the end of the summer my endurace was great and I could run a thousand yards at a full spring without stopping.
The final thing I trained over the offseason was my ability to make tackles and plays on the gridiron. Over the offseason, while I was doing my training I decided that I would only let myself eat if it was food from a bear or deer that I had tackled and killed myself in the woods. Every Morning after I finished my 4-mile speed run and threw my rocks from the abandoned quarry I would go out in the woods with nothing but my ab muscles and my pants and I would go hunt some dinner. The hunting made me Ferrel. I would run around and howl at the moon while growing exquisite facial hair and absolutely getting myself ripped in the process. I remember at one point during the summer I found a pack of wolves and entered their ranks for a few weeks. At the end of the day I would come into their den and I would lie and snuggle with them. They accepted me into their ranks rather quickly and we became the best of friends. It was an interesting time in my life. The constant running on all 4s and hunting made me very fit, but also gave me a small case of fibrosis. Ah, no matter. I had set out into the woods in order to improve my tackling skills and I felt that I had done that. I could not easily tackle a bear or a deer at any time and drink the sweet milk from its teats. The ferrelization of being a wolf had taught me to do so. One day I got tired of being a wolf and I left. I have not heard from those wolves since.
I know this article has been kind of stupid and silly, I totally am not just writing it because I need money haha, but I do want to take a minute to acknowledge some of the people that made my DSFL experience awesome. I realize the time for this article was probably a few weeks ago and I am sorry, but I am glad to be getting to it now. I want to thank my two DSFL GMs @Blasoon and @J0EB I had so much fun in your locker room and I appreciate how kind you guys were to me. I want to thank @bex for typing "gib tardis" in the Norfolk war-room and getting me there drafted there haha. I have had so much fun in the league and it is in big thanks and part to you guys. Thanks so much. I am looking forward to playing in the ISFL full time and seeing where my career goes from there!
I started off my training by really spending a lot of time on the treadmill and getting sweaty every day to really make myself faster. I did this for weeks and weeks and weeks till eventually, I found myself running longer and harder than I ever had before. At my home in rural Virginia, there is a small road that goes into the woods out behind my ranch. The road goes about 4 and half miles or so and I would run that route every morning for 6 months to train. Every day my goal was to be better than I was yesterday and I accomplished that. The first time I ran the loop it took me almost an hour to get through. By the time I was finished with my 6 month offseason and was heading back to training camp, I could run it in almost 45 minutes. I was fast as fuck.
The second thing I did over the offseason was work on getting my strength up. I woke up every day at 5 AM and went outside to the old quarry that was behind my house. I had bought this house specifically as a fixer up so I would have a chore to work on over the offseason. I had managed to get the house extremely cheap off the buyers market because it was the site of old abandoned quarry that had collapsed in on itself one day long ago. It needed serious cleaning and instead of forking over the money people had just left it to rot. Well, I was not going to let the men who died in that collapse suffer a terrible grave. I got up every morning and went out to the old quarry and lifted rocks and moved them. I did this every day for hours at a time, but the rocks were so big I could usually only move 2-3 a day. There were 100s of rocks in that pit so moving them was a serious dedication of my time, but it was a useful one. By the end of the summer, I was able to lift and move the rocks easier than every before and I made it to the bottom of the abandoned quarry. My muscles were bulging and I had biceps like I had never seen before. I was ready to fucking play some football.
The third thing I did over the offseason was work on my endurance. I needed to be able to work myself and harder and harder every single day. I needed to be able to last and withstand for hours of intense movement and hardcore workouts. One thing that very much aided me in this category was the implication of long-range running to my daily schedule. At the end of the day as the last thing I did before I went to sleep I would take a 10 mile run into the small town close to my rural house and then jog back out. I did this every day for months and it became a serious routine of mine. After a bit I became a bit of an urban legend around the town for my daily runs and how I always managed to be exactly on time and in the same spot every day. I got to know more and more of the nice people that lived in the town and how they lived their lives away from the big cities and gridirons of the world. It was extremely informative for me and made me want to get connected with my community. One day I was out running and some other people just were waiting alongside the road and they started running with me. The next day those same people were waiting by the side of the road and they started running with me. They never spoke and I never spoke to them, I still do not even know their names, but we ran together every day and formed a great bond. Eventually, some more people started running with us. There were about 10 of us now. We never spoke and we never looked at each other, but we formed a bond of brothership. Every day more and more people would join me as I went on my daily run. 10 miles the run was. Same route everyday and everynight. Never had any variations or changes. Eventually one day I went outside and there were news helicopters and trucks every which way all with their cameras pointed at me and the 100s of runners waiting outside my house. I did not pay them any mind and I kept on running my normal route. This happened a few days after that, but it stayed in the back of mind. Oh man that was a fun summer. By the end of the summer my endurace was great and I could run a thousand yards at a full spring without stopping.
The final thing I trained over the offseason was my ability to make tackles and plays on the gridiron. Over the offseason, while I was doing my training I decided that I would only let myself eat if it was food from a bear or deer that I had tackled and killed myself in the woods. Every Morning after I finished my 4-mile speed run and threw my rocks from the abandoned quarry I would go out in the woods with nothing but my ab muscles and my pants and I would go hunt some dinner. The hunting made me Ferrel. I would run around and howl at the moon while growing exquisite facial hair and absolutely getting myself ripped in the process. I remember at one point during the summer I found a pack of wolves and entered their ranks for a few weeks. At the end of the day I would come into their den and I would lie and snuggle with them. They accepted me into their ranks rather quickly and we became the best of friends. It was an interesting time in my life. The constant running on all 4s and hunting made me very fit, but also gave me a small case of fibrosis. Ah, no matter. I had set out into the woods in order to improve my tackling skills and I felt that I had done that. I could not easily tackle a bear or a deer at any time and drink the sweet milk from its teats. The ferrelization of being a wolf had taught me to do so. One day I got tired of being a wolf and I left. I have not heard from those wolves since.
I know this article has been kind of stupid and silly, I totally am not just writing it because I need money haha, but I do want to take a minute to acknowledge some of the people that made my DSFL experience awesome. I realize the time for this article was probably a few weeks ago and I am sorry, but I am glad to be getting to it now. I want to thank my two DSFL GMs @Blasoon and @J0EB I had so much fun in your locker room and I appreciate how kind you guys were to me. I want to thank @bex for typing "gib tardis" in the Norfolk war-room and getting me there drafted there haha. I have had so much fun in the league and it is in big thanks and part to you guys. Thanks so much. I am looking forward to playing in the ISFL full time and seeing where my career goes from there!
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