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Originally Posted by Dayze
when I was a Freshman (or maybe Sophomore) during 2-a-days in football, we came in for our break/lunch etc. I grabbed my small cooler and Gatorade and set it on the concrete 'bench' while I went to put up my pads and helmet.
I returned to find both of them missing. there were 4 or 5 Seniors sitting there, with shit eating grins etc. I asked them "Hey, where's my lunch"? They all chuckled like girls and played dumb. I asked again and got some dumbass sarcastic answer.
I said "ok, I get it. I'm going to go take a leak, and if my shit isn't back when I get back, *sort of a bit of a pause and I looked at each one individually*, I'm kicking the shit out of you (as I pointed). The guy went from grinning like a bitch to sort of a "hey....wait a minute. that wasn't me" look on his face. It was glorious.
I came back, and my stuff was returned and they were gone. I was fully prepared to at least get a solid, unsuspecting shot on one of them, even if it meant taking lumps in return.
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I played RG in high school my junior year and the QB was a ****ing prick to me since day one. He'd drop back in practice and at the end of the play if he didn't throw it.....he'd chuck it at the back of my head. First game of the season.....first play.....I let my guy go untouched and he absolutely drilled our QB. I got pulled....but he never bothered me again.