Football

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Some of my experiences in Junior High School were not so good. Here’s my experience with football.

 

 

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Football

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When I was in the seventh grade, I played football or maybe I should say I was on the Phillips Blackhawks Seventh grade team because I rode the bench most of the time. At that time I was small and most of the other boys were bigger than me.

 

That puny little football player trying to look mean is me. Now you can see why the big boys knocked me around pretty good. 

 

Our coach was a school teacher named Cox and I don’t believe he had ever played football in his life. But Coach Cox coached us anyway.

 

I’m on the left end of of the fourth row back sitting next to my cousin Rick. Looks like I’m the only one who wasn’t looking at the camera when the picture was taken.

 

 

I recall on one trip to Dumas. Texas, to play a game. We got way ahead and they sent me into to play. I was a tackle and the kid playing tackle for Dumas opposite me was a giant and he just beat the crap out of me on every play, but I hung in there any way. I thought, this game is kind of stupid for a small kid.

 

One time in practice, there was this kid named Earl Smith running with the ball and I was all set to make a perfect tackle on him and his left hand flew back and his finger poked me right in the eye. I fell on the ground and rolled around for a while from the pain and my eye was blood shot for a week.

 

On a trip to Pampa,Texas, we had won the game and were on the way home in the old yellow school bus. There was this kid named Kenneth Scroggins that was new in school and was very shy. After, we had been on the road about five minutes, this awful smell filled the bus, and it seems that the kid was too shy to tell anyone he needed to crap, and he had crapped his pants right there in the bus. There was this kid named Rusty Price sitting next to him and he had wrapped his sweaty old football jersey around his head to try to mask the smell. Before we finished the 30 minute ride most everyone in the bus had their jersey wrapped around their head. When we arrived there was a stampede for the exits to get out of the stench.

 

 

When I weighed my experiences, I had the crap beat out of me, I got poked in the eye, and I had the nastiest smelling bus ride ever, so I decided my football days were over.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading Football,
Bill