Losing Confidence in this FO at Warped Speed
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Larvadain is a virgin?
Have you ever been, experienced? ( Jimi )
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Larvadain is a virgin?
Have you ever been, experienced? ( Jimi )
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He wanted to play for the Jets.
(the plane boss, the plane)
That or he found a better audible than "OMAHA - OMAHA"
Could you imagine if we saw our young height challenged QB, coincidentally with a lot of Tattoos, changing a play at the line of scrimmage with "DA PLANE - DA PLANE"???
That might be the only way to mess with Micah Parsons. The problem is - he isn't old enough to remember that Friday Night show with Tattoo back in the day.
In 1976, there were NO solutions for Jack Lambert. Having said that, the first time my dad drove us 4 hours away from Fairport, NY to see Cleveland play - Brian Sipe was unable to suit up. There was a little known back-up named David Mays who I think was also a Dentist (believe it or not). Anyway, one never knows what happens on the bottom of a pile in the NFL. This is ONLY a coincidence but it's pretty fricken funny that around the same time or very shortly thereafter - Lambert was missing his 2 front teeth. BTW, the Browns won that game most remembered for Turkey Jones showing Pittsburgh he remembered Lambert's cheap shot out of bounds on Brian Sipe (just a few weeks earlier) by slamming Terry Bradshaw to the turf. Karma never forgets but it kinda remembers 2 wrongs don't make a right. The Browns went on to finish 9-5 that year under Forrest Gregg; but they still didn't make the playoffs. I'm starting to think a younger version Roger Goodell had his heart broken that day; because he can't wait to punish the Browns any chance he gets 4-5 decades later...
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He wanted to play for the Jets.
(the plane boss, the plane)
That or he found a better audible than "OMAHA - OMAHA"
Could you imagine if we saw our young height challenged QB, coincidentally with a lot of Tattoos, changing a play at the line of scrimmage with "DA PLANE - DA PLANE"???
That might be the only way to mess with Micah Parsons. The problem is - he isn't old enough to remember that Friday Night show with Tattoo back in the day.
In 1976, there were NO solutions for Jack Lambert. Having said that, the first time my dad drove us 4 hours away from Fairport, NY to see Cleveland play - Brian Sipe was unable to suit up. There was a little known back-up named David Mays who I think was also a Dentist (believe it or not). Anyway, one never knows what happens on the bottom of a pile in the NFL. This is ONLY a coincidence but it's pretty fricken funny that around the same time or very shortly thereafter - Lambert was missing his 2 front teeth. BTW, the Browns won that game most remembered for Turkey Jones showing Pittsburgh he remembered Lambert's cheap shot out of bounds on Brian Sipe (just a few weeks earlier) by slamming Terry Bradshaw to the turf. Karma never forgets but it kinda remembers 2 wrongs don't make a right. The Browns went on to finish 9-5 that year under Forrest Gregg; but they still didn't make the playoffs. I'm starting to think a younger version Roger Goodell had his heart broken that day; because he can't wait to punish the Browns any chance he gets 4-5 decades later...
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He wanted to play for the Jets.
(the plane boss, the plane)
That or he found a better audible than "OMAHA - OMAHA"
Could you imagine if we saw our young height challenged QB, coincidentally with a lot of Tattoos, changing a play at the line of scrimmage with "DA PLANE - DA PLANE"???
That might be the only way to mess with Micah Parsons. The problem is - he isn't old enough to remember that Friday Night show with Tattoo back in the day.
In 1976, there were NO solutions for Jack Lambert. Having said that, the first time my dad drove us 4 hours away from Fairport, NY to see Cleveland play - Brian Sipe was unable to suit up. There was a little known back-up named David Mays who I think was also a Dentist (believe it or not). Anyway, one never knows what happens on the bottom of a pile in the NFL. This is ONLY a coincidence but it's pretty fricken funny that around the same time or very shortly thereafter - Lambert was missing his 2 front teeth. BTW, the Browns won that game most remembered for Turkey Jones showing Pittsburgh he remembered Lambert's cheap shot out of bounds on Brian Sipe (just a few weeks earlier) by slamming Terry Bradshaw to the turf. Karma never forgets but it kinda remembers 2 wrongs don't make a right. The Browns went on to finish 9-5 that year under Forrest Gregg; but they still didn't make the playoffs. I'm starting to think a younger version Roger Goodell had his heart broken that day; because he can't wait to punish the Browns any chance he gets 4-5 decades later...
That or he found a better audible than "OMAHA - OMAHA"
Could you imagine if we saw our young height challenged QB, coincidentally with a lot of Tattoos, changing a play at the line of scrimmage with "DA PLANE - DA PLANE"???
That might be the only way to mess with Micah Parsons. The problem is - he isn't old enough to remember that Friday Night show with Tattoo back in the day.
In 1976, there were NO solutions for Jack Lambert. Having said that, the first time my dad drove us 4 hours away from Fairport, NY to see Cleveland play - Brian Sipe was unable to suit up. There was a little known back-up named David Mays who I think was also a Dentist (believe it or not). Anyway, one never knows what happens on the bottom of a pile in the NFL. This is ONLY a coincidence but it's pretty fricken funny that around the same time or very shortly thereafter - Lambert was missing his 2 front teeth. BTW, the Browns won that game most remembered for Turkey Jones showing Pittsburgh he remembered Lambert's cheap shot out of bounds on Brian Sipe (just a few weeks earlier) by slamming Terry Bradshaw to the turf. Karma never forgets but it kinda remembers 2 wrongs don't make a right. The Browns went on to finish 9-5 that year under Forrest Gregg; but they still didn't make the playoffs. I'm starting to think a younger version Roger Goodell had his heart broken that day; because he can't wait to punish the Browns any chance he gets 4-5 decades later...
Pete Rozelle is still the best commish the league ever had.. Paul Tagliabue barely had a pulse and was instrumental in helping Art leave town.. Goodell has done his level best to sissify and emasculate the game anyway he can.. The Woke agenda he has pushed makes it hard for the hardcore fan to enjoy real honest to god smash mouth football.. Which is what the Browns,Steelers, Bears , Packers and Giants were noted for.... Those teams in my mind really revolutionized and personified what real football was to me.. Today the game is barely recognizable with pint sized QB's running all over the place.. WR Diva's acting like petulant children.. And reminders of racism and race baiting slogans everywhere and confused male cheerleaders shaking their effeminate asses on the sidelines... Anyway... I thought you might get a kick out of these snaps my sister found when I played DE in little league ball back in 73.. Interestingly enough.. I had Lester Haynes number 37..
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That or he found a better audible than "OMAHA - OMAHA"
Could you imagine if we saw our young height challenged QB, coincidentally with a lot of Tattoos, changing a play at the line of scrimmage with "DA PLANE - DA PLANE"???
That might be the only way to mess with Micah Parsons. The problem is - he isn't old enough to remember that Friday Night show with Tattoo back in the day.
In 1976, there were NO solutions for Jack Lambert. Having said that, the first time my dad drove us 4 hours away from Fairport, NY to see Cleveland play - Brian Sipe was unable to suit up. There was a little known back-up named David Mays who I think was also a Dentist (believe it or not). Anyway, one never knows what happens on the bottom of a pile in the NFL. This is ONLY a coincidence but it's pretty fricken funny that around the same time or very shortly thereafter - Lambert was missing his 2 front teeth. BTW, the Browns won that game most remembered for Turkey Jones showing Pittsburgh he remembered Lambert's cheap shot out of bounds on Brian Sipe (just a few weeks earlier) by slamming Terry Bradshaw to the turf. Karma never forgets but it kinda remembers 2 wrongs don't make a right. The Browns went on to finish 9-5 that year under Forrest Gregg; but they still didn't make the playoffs. I'm starting to think a younger version Roger Goodell had his heart broken that day; because he can't wait to punish the Browns any chance he gets 4-5 decades later...
Pete Rozelle is still the best commish the league ever had.. Paul Tagliabue barely had a pulse and was instrumental in helping Art leave town.. Goodell has done his level best to sissify and emasculate the game anyway he can.. The Woke agenda he has pushed makes it hard for the hardcore fan to enjoy real honest to god smash mouth football.. Which is what the Browns,Steelers, Bears , Packers and Giants were noted for.... Those teams in my mind really revolutionized and personified what real football was to me.. Today the game is barely recognizable with pint sized QB's running all over the place.. WR Diva's acting like petulant children.. And reminders of racism and race baiting slogans everywhere and confused male cheerleaders shaking their effeminate asses on the sidelines... Anyway... I thought you might get a kick out of these snaps my sister found when I played DE in little league ball back in 73.. Interestingly enough.. I had Lester Haynes number 37..
Pete Rozelle is still the best commish the league ever had.. Paul Tagliabue barely had a pulse and was instrumental in helping Art leave town.. Goodell has done his level best to sissify and emasculate the game anyway he can.. The Woke agenda he has pushed makes it hard for the hardcore fan to enjoy real honest to god smash mouth football.. Which is what the Browns,Steelers, Bears , Packers and Giants were noted for.... Those teams in my mind really revolutionized and personified what real football was to me.. Today the game is barely recognizable with pint sized QB's running all over the place.. WR Diva's acting like petulant children.. And reminders of racism and race baiting slogans everywhere and confused male cheerleaders shaking their effeminate asses on the sidelines... Anyway... I thought you might get a kick out of these snaps my sister found when I played DE in little league ball back in 73..
You look ready to show any and all youth football opponents what it's like to deal with Ted Hendricks all day.
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Pete Rozelle is still the best commish the league ever had.. Paul Tagliabue barely had a pulse and was instrumental in helping Art leave town.. Goodell has done his level best to sissify and emasculate the game anyway he can.. The Woke agenda he has pushed makes it hard for the hardcore fan to enjoy real honest to god smash mouth football.. Which is what the Browns,Steelers, Bears , Packers and Giants were noted for.... Those teams in my mind really revolutionized and personified what real football was to me.. Today the game is barely recognizable with pint sized QB's running all over the place.. WR Diva's acting like petulant children.. And reminders of racism and race baiting slogans everywhere and confused male cheerleaders shaking their effeminate asses on the sidelines... Anyway... I thought you might get a kick out of these snaps my sister found when I played DE in little league ball back in 73..
You look ready to show any and all youth football opponents what it's like to deal with Ted Hendricks all day.
You look ready to show any and all youth football opponents what it's like to deal with Ted Hendricks all day.
Thanks Man.. I was a big kid for my age... Team mates hated doing Oklahoma and hamburger drills with me... I was a load.. I would just pummel them into submission.. When we played games.. I literally tore down my side of whatever O line I was facing.. For kid who was blind in one eye I more than held my own... My Mentality was "Kill the guy with the ball". But then I found music to be a safer bet..I stopped growing when I was 15 anyway and topped out at 5'8".. And life goes on...
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You look ready to show any and all youth football opponents what it's like to deal with Ted Hendricks all day.
Thanks Man.. I was a big kid for my age... Team mates hated doing Oklahoma and hamburger drills with me... I was a load.. I would just pummel them into submission.. When we played games.. I literally tore down my side of whatever O line I was facing.. For kid who was blind in one eye I more than held my own... My Mentality was "Kill the guy with the ball". But then I found music to be a safer bet..I stopped growing when I was 15 anyway and topped out at 5'8".. And life goes on...
Thanks Man.. I was a big kid for my age... Team mates hated doing Oklahoma and hamburger drills with me... I was a load.. I would just pummel them into submission.. When we played games.. I literally tore down my side of whatever O line I was facing.. For kid who was blind in one eye I more than held my own.. But then I found music to be a safer bet..I stopped growing when I was 15 anyway.. And life goes on...
You still are a big kid. That's why we've had a lot of fun in here over the years.
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Thanks Man.. I was a big kid for my age... Team mates hated doing Oklahoma and hamburger drills with me... I was a load.. I would just pummel them into submission.. When we played games.. I literally tore down my side of whatever O line I was facing.. For kid who was blind in one eye I more than held my own.. But then I found music to be a safer bet..I stopped growing when I was 15 anyway.. And life goes on...
You still are a big kid. That's why we've had a lot of fun in here over the years.
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Yeah , A part of me refuses to grow old despite the aches , pains and sleepless nights of geriatric living LOL... I'll just do what I always do.. Smile and laugh it off... It beats the alternative...
Yep, whenever I feel sorry for myself for some dumb reason or another, I look at what other siblings are going through with themselves and their family members and realize what a charmed life I have lived and am still living. 78 1/2 when like Charlie Rich sang, "Keep on Rollin' With the Flow". It came out the year I hit 30 after years of motorcycles, skydiving and Vietnam.
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You look ready to show any and all youth football opponents what it's like to deal with Ted Hendricks all day.
Thanks Man.. I was a big kid for my age... Team mates hated doing Oklahoma and hamburger drills with me... I was a load.. I would just pummel them into submission.. When we played games.. I literally tore down my side of whatever O line I was facing.. For kid who was blind in one eye I more than held my own... My Mentality was "Kill the guy with the ball". But then I found music to be a safer bet..I stopped growing when I was 15 anyway and topped out at 5'8".. And life goes on...
Thanks Man.. I was a big kid for my age... Team mates hated doing Oklahoma and hamburger drills with me... I was a load.. I would just pummel them into submission.. When we played games.. I literally tore down my side of whatever O line I was facing.. For kid who was blind in one eye I more than held my own... My Mentality was "Kill the guy with the ball". But then I found music to be a safer bet..I stopped growing when I was 15 anyway and topped out at 5'8".. And life goes on...
I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
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Thanks Man.. I was a big kid for my age... Team mates hated doing Oklahoma and hamburger drills with me... I was a load.. I would just pummel them into submission.. When we played games.. I literally tore down my side of whatever O line I was facing.. For kid who was blind in one eye I more than held my own... My Mentality was "Kill the guy with the ball". But then I found music to be a safer bet..I stopped growing when I was 15 anyway and topped out at 5'8".. And life goes on...
I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
A couple generations of sissies were raised... We need to bring those drills back... Less injuries would happen..
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I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
A couple generations of sissies were raised... We need to bring those drills back... Less injuries would happen..
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Thanks Man.. I was a big kid for my age... Team mates hated doing Oklahoma and hamburger drills with me... I was a load.. I would just pummel them into submission.. When we played games.. I literally tore down my side of whatever O line I was facing.. For kid who was blind in one eye I more than held my own... My Mentality was "Kill the guy with the ball". But then I found music to be a safer bet..I stopped growing when I was 15 anyway and topped out at 5'8".. And life goes on...
I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
Oh and don't forget punts and kickoffs were a sneaky way to add short sprints into the mix... Our water break was our long walk to the gigantic hill. At Fairport, NY back in the day - Triple Sessions, okay double sessions (the afternoon session was about 4.5 hours with a 30 minute rest period mixed in). It was like everyone looked forward to football if/when they survived the Hell before it. The 1st day of practice our Coach Santini sat us down and told us what to expect before borrowing the line "Give your soul to God because your ass belongs to me!" He said before I came back to my alma mater here and took over this program we had pony tails coming out of the back of some helmets; players walked back to the huddle; jerseys weren't tucked in; hands were on the hips between plays; that ship sunk! This is a privilege not everyone is wired for. If you pay the price with sacrifice like I had to here once upon a time - you'll earn yourself memories you'll cherish the rest of your life. This was old school coached by a guy who played/survived old school enough to love it - looking forward to pass on a winning tradition. He took my class/teammates to 2 Sectional Finals and 1 Championship (undefeated season). The NYS playoffs/championships didn't begin until about 6 years later but Section 5 where I played usually did very well in all school sizes/classifications.
Tell you what - I never looked so forward to school starting so much in my life. Practice began with a 12 minute run on a track (if you didn't get 6 laps in - you had to keep running); followed by cals; followed by 10 2 minute stations spaced apart to where we had to sprint from 1 to the next (stool jumps, grass drills, monkey rolls, mini hill piggy-backs & wheel barrels with partner, 4 cone (start at 1st cone with backward run to 2nd cone - karioke to 3rd cone - forward run to the 4th cone), form running (this was actually kind of a breather), I can't even remember the other ones; then we had a 5 minute water break; then we did punts & kicks forever seemingly; then we broke apart and offense or defensive formation and ran plays; then we finished on a steep ass hill that felt way too high for comfort in the morning. The afternoon had a similar format except we finished with sprints instead of hitting the hill. The 2nd week we started hitting so some of that went away in lieu of pushing the 5 man sled with our HC standing on it every including up and down hills.
Sometimes on the ride home I'd get reminded not to forget I had to cut the lawn after dinner. "CAN'T WAIT MOM!" No "Soccer Mom" in my house...
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Thanks Man.. I was a big kid for my age... Team mates hated doing Oklahoma and hamburger drills with me... I was a load.. I would just pummel them into submission.. When we played games.. I literally tore down my side of whatever O line I was facing.. For kid who was blind in one eye I more than held my own... My Mentality was "Kill the guy with the ball". But then I found music to be a safer bet..I stopped growing when I was 15 anyway and topped out at 5'8".. And life goes on...
I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
Funny story related to me by my friend on the A&M team when Bear's Junction Boy Gene Stallings was the HC. My friend and another player were deemed by the trainer to be too injured to practice one day and Stallings from his platform overlooking practice yelled down to the trainer what those two boys were doing sitting around down there. Trainer yelled back that they were injured and could not practice. Stallings yelled back, "Well can they roll?" "Yes sir, they can!" "Then make 'em roll up and down the sidelines the length of the field and back until practice is done." My friend said he never asked to be excused from practice again for any injury.??
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I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
Funny story related to me by my friend on the A&M team when Bear's Junction Boy Gene Stallings was the HC. My friend and another player were deemed by the trainer to be too injured to practice one day and Stallings from his platform overlooking practice yelled down to the trainer what those two boys were doing sitting around down there. Trainer yelled back that they were injured and could not practice. Stallings yelled back, "Well can they roll?" "Yes sir, they can!" "Then make 'em roll up and down the sidelines the length of the field and back until practice is done." My friend said he never asked to be excused from practice again for any injury.??
Funny story related to me by my friend on the A&M team when Bear's Junction Boy Gene Stallings was the HC. My friend and another player were deemed by the trainer to be too injured to practice one day and Stallings from his platform overlooking practice yelled down to the trainer what those two boys were doing sitting around down there. Trainer yelled back that they were injured and could not practice. Stallings yelled back, "Well can they roll?" "Yes sir, they can!" "Then make 'em roll up and down the sidelines the length of the field and back until practice is done." My friend said he never asked to be excused from practice again for any injury.??
Hahahahahahahahaha
When I was in high school - 25 years ago - a bruise become a "contusion," and then contusion became a buzzword.
Coach to Trainer: "Why is he (one of the guys on the team) out?"
Trainer to Coach: "He had a contusion."
Coach: What's a contusion?
Trainer: A bruise.
Coach: Where?
Trainer: His forearm.
Coach yelled to the kid: You can run with the rest of them. Get on the line.
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I usually see clips of NCAA Teams doing a controlled version of Oklahoma Drills at the end of the first padded practice, but that's it.
The drills I never see: Hamburger, Barrel Rolls, Door, Open Field Tackling, the Guantlet (1v1, 1v2, 1v3).
And in high school, we'd condition until the coaches were tired - timed 100s, hill sprints, bear crawls, up/downs, and something called The Snake - Start on one goal line, sprint the width of the field, bear crawl 5 yards, sprint the width, bear crawl 5 yards, until reaching the opposite goal line.
HS ball...
Oh and don't forget punts and kickoffs were a sneaky way to add short sprints into the mix... Our water break was our long walk to the gigantic hill. At Fairport, NY back in the day - Triple Sessions, okay double sessions (the afternoon session was about 4.5 hours with a 30 minute rest period mixed in). It was like everyone looked forward to football if/when they survived the Hell before it. The 1st day of practice our Coach Santini sat us down and told us what to expect before borrowing the line "Give your soul to God because your ass belongs to me!" He said before I came back to my alma mater here and took over this program we had pony tails coming out of the back of some helmets; players walked back to the huddle; jerseys weren't tucked in; hands were on the hips between plays; that ship sunk! This is a privilege not everyone is wired for. If you pay the price with sacrifice like I had to here once upon a time - you'll earn yourself memories you'll cherish the rest of your life. This was old school coached by a guy who played/survived old school enough to love it - looking forward to pass on a winning tradition. He took my class/teammates to 2 Sectional Finals and 1 Championship (undefeated season). The NYS playoffs/championships didn't begin until about 6 years later but Section 5 where I played usually did very well in all school sizes/classifications.
Tell you what - I never looked so forward to school starting so much in my life. Practice began with a 12 minute run on a track (if you didn't get 6 laps in - you had to keep running); followed by cals; followed by 10 2 minute stations spaced apart to where we had to sprint from 1 to the next (stool jumps, grass drills, monkey rolls, mini hill piggy-backs & wheel barrels with partner, 4 cone (start at 1st cone with backward run to 2nd cone - karioke to 3rd cone - forward run to the 4th cone), form running (this was actually kind of a breather), I can't even remember the other ones; then we had a 5 minute water break; then we did punts & kicks forever seemingly; then we broke apart and offense or defensive formation and ran plays; then we finished on a steep ass hill that felt way too high for comfort in the morning. The afternoon had a similar format except we finished with sprints instead of hitting the hill. The 2nd week we started hitting so some of that went away in lieu of pushing the 5 man sled with our HC standing on it every including up and down hills.
Sometimes on the ride home I'd get reminded not to forget I had to cut the lawn after dinner. "CAN'T WAIT MOM!" No "Soccer Mom" in my house...
Oh and don't forget punts and kickoffs were a sneaky way to add short sprints into the mix... Our water break was our long walk to the gigantic hill. At Fairport, NY back in the day - Triple Sessions, okay double sessions (the afternoon session was about 4.5 hours with a 30 minute rest period mixed in).
We had three-a-days too. Football started the first Monday in August. We had live-in at the school camp for the first week.
Defensive Practice was 8a-11a.
Special Teams was 1p-2:30p.
Offensive Practice was 4p-6:30p.
The second week of August, practice was trimmed to two-a-days. 8-11 and 4-7.
The third week of August, teachers started Monday and we started Wednesday so we went to our in-season routine: 3-6. (Agreed. By that time we were ready for school to start even if everyone else wasn't ready.)
Corey Stringer's death changed EVERYTHING. I got to college and the NCAA prohibited back-to-back two-a-days. We had trainers, water jugs and ice towels with each position group. GUYS GOT DRINKS WITHOUT ASKING, which rocked my world. I was used to being called a pussy for needing a drink (I'd still charge the gates of hell for those coaches). It was the like scene in Shawshank when Red asks for a restroom break..."You don't need to tell me every time you have to take a piss. Just go." Well, that's how water breaks were in college.
We rotated two three hour practices one day and a five hour practice the next. It was the first year of the change and coaches felt obligated to spend the time, in pads, on the field. It got pretty boring. The next year, we just amended to one three hour practice on the light day.
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Back when I played football coaches could legally shoot a player who wasn't performing to their standards
We would have to run this massive hill in Ravenna with a small baby hippo strapped on our backs in the summer heat. Ravenna sits in this weird climate area where they can regularly see 120 degree days.
Anyways one day we ran a marathon to "warm up" prior to practice (yes, 26.2 miles. We ran from Ravenna to Brimfield and back) the coaches lined us up at the bottom of the hill, strapped the baby hippos onto our backs and made us run up the hill over and over. You have no idea how warm baby hippo pee is on your back, gents.
Well, someone had to finish last. Poor Tommy Robbins huffed and puffed his way back to the rest of us... the coaches removed the baby hippo from his back, put a blindfold over his eyes, and gave him his first and last cigarette. He took the firing squad like a man.
Oh the good ol' days. I remember Tommy and that 4th grade football team fondly.
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