Unlike most guys who reminisce about their high school football playing days I actually get worse as more time goes by. And as much as I stunk, our team was even more of a travesty.
Let me put it this way, after transferring to a new high school and missing all of double sessions, I was recruited by the Assistant Dean/Assistant Coach ten days before the season started because they were low on numbers.
In our first game, after about five practices, I did not leave the field. I played offense, defense, and every special team except the field goal unit because we didn’t attempt one (nor an extra point). And remember, I was a horrible 190-pound offensive and defensive tackle. The only reason I played was because I actually knew how to run and could put my equipment on without help.
