I could not force myself to follow the links and read this story. Every time I see a guy get kicked in the balls, I curl up in sympathy for him. I bet I am not alone at that response. I played high school football, and I can remember many of the different things that went on back then. One of the things I remember is when the other team scored a touchdown against us, and on the same play, both myself and one of our safeties, took a shot to that place which we try to protect. I can't describe how it happened, but I can remember it. It was just to hard to explain. It was actually a fluke that the other team scored a touchdown on us. For a tiny school, of less than 400 in the high school, we had a very good team, and usually won by a landslide.
I could not force myself to follow the links and read this story. Every time I see a guy get kicked in the balls, I curl up in sympathy for him. I bet I am not alone at that response.
ReplyDeleteI played high school football, and I can remember many of the different things that went on back then. One of the things I remember is when the other team scored a touchdown against us, and on the same play, both myself and one of our safeties, took a shot to that place which we try to protect. I can't describe how it happened, but I can remember it. It was just to hard to explain.
It was actually a fluke that the other team scored a touchdown on us. For a tiny school, of less than 400 in the high school, we had a very good team, and usually won by a landslide.