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High School Football – Pain, Suffering, Good Times and Friendship

High School Football was the greatest preparation for the challenges that life could deliver. It was also THE Most Painful Experience. Triple Sessions, 3 practice sessions per day in the August heat and the humidity was a terrible initiation. This was before Water was seen as a performance enhancer and a life saver. Just something to bribe players with. The first day was bad, but the second was worse. The second day soreness was incredible. Triple sessions separated all of us from everyone else in school. One week in hell. Do they even have triple sessions these days?

“Was That Your Best Effort?” That quote has followed my former teammates and I throughout our lives. We discuss it whenever we see each other. Back then it was a trick question. Typically, it was asked while watching game films. The entire team was in a classroom watching the films and you were really put on the spot. Answer Yes and you were told that if it was your Best Effort, “we can’t use you. Tell the coach that it was not your best effort – I Dare You – you received a boatload of verbal abuse and the question, WHY NOT?

Self-esteem was the byproduct of three years of Hard, Hard Work. Because we all went through it together, we have a bond. A bond that will never break. It was not JUST Highเข้าสู่ระบบเว็บตรง ufabet School Football. It was everything. It was a war. If my teammates and I ever bump into each other, we can speak like it was yesterday-because it has lingered and always will.

I will never forget the day that I let up a little bit in practice. Everybody does from time to time. Of course, it was easy to see and Coach G grabbed me by the facemask, nearly unscrewed my head, told me that I Sucked and called me the “Easy Way Out Kid”. That remark, his face, garden hose like vein in his neck and pipe tobacco breath is forever burned into my mind. I’ll never forget it and and have not taken the easy way out of anything since. Teaching accomplished.

It is very easy to look back with a mythological sense of happiness, because we are on the other side of it now, but we suffered because the coaches knew that there was more, much more that they could get out of us for the better. Unfortunately, we all thought that it was a sadistic joy taken by working us so hard. Most people, me included resisted until they finally got it to come out. It is so clear to us

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