Ahh the fine blurry memories of middle school football where I (maybe 4.75ft tall 125lbs) went against a (~6ft tall 250lbs) lineman who I can only imagine had the plan: I am going to hit his head with my head harder than he can hit my head with his head.
I was dazed after the first down, blacked out momentarily after the 2nd down, then told my coach I felt dizzy and wanted to sit out to which he responded “Get back in there and actually block for your quarter back or I’m going to run you until you puke on Monday”. I went back in and just pancakes myself so I didn’t die. Quit after that game.
I’m pretty sure that’s child abuse but I was 12 so who knows.
The violence wasn’t a deterrent? Its the gambling?
Brain trauma builds character!
Ahh the fine blurry memories of middle school football where I (maybe 4.75ft tall 125lbs) went against a (~6ft tall 250lbs) lineman who I can only imagine had the plan: I am going to hit his head with my head harder than he can hit my head with his head.
I was dazed after the first down, blacked out momentarily after the 2nd down, then told my coach I felt dizzy and wanted to sit out to which he responded “Get back in there and actually block for your quarter back or I’m going to run you until you puke on Monday”. I went back in and just pancakes myself so I didn’t die. Quit after that game.
I’m pretty sure that’s child abuse but I was 12 so who knows.
It also is necessary to enjoy watching the game. Kinda a chicken and egg situation.