Pole Tim: You're highest level of football played
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1to392831weretaken
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Ooo, ooo, ooo, one more that just came to me: The one day I was a "big time college football recruit."
Back then, I was completely unaware of the whole TBSing industry. Our small time coaches didn't know shit about it either and did nothing to promote their players. I got a few letters from small schools like UPS and whatnot because of our team camping there, but by my junior year I was already four knee surgeries in and still hadn't experienced that late 6" growth spurt, so I knew being Al Bundy was the pinnacle I could hope for.
But a couple of guys were[/i] being recruited and were invited to the northwest big time recruiting camp at some high school field near Seattle. Can't remember which. One of these guys was a linebacker who was going to be a junior. Lambo wanted him, but Rick didn't, so he ended up at Idaho. The other was the receiver in my class who ended up at Eastern.
A group of our core players decided to roll down with these two in support and watch the camp, as we had no idea what it would be all about. My dad had a big 15 passenger van, so we rolled down as a pretty decent sized group, myself and the three other senior captains, the junior linebacker, and the incoming sophomore Amon, who hadn't left the team yet. On the way, we stopped at a gas station and picked up big boxes of gas station fried chicken, little chocolate donuts (Belushi breakfast of champs), and Gatorades. I pigged the fuck out, eating the whole box of donuts and a couple pieces of chicken, as it's not like I needed to run a 40 anytime soon.
WRONG.
We got there and hung out with our invited buddies in line, got to the front, and the lady at the table tossed us all T-shirts and said, "Okay, sign in."
Ho. Lee. Shit. I was going to be working out in front of coaches from every school in the PAC-10! With nine pounds of chicken and little chocolate donuts in my stomach! And a size-XXX T-shirt[/s] drag racing parachute, as that's all they had!
I ran the slowest 40 of my life, as if I were being pulled back from my belt the whole way. I caught more than I dropped in receiver drills. I vaguely recall a decent 3-cone time. Bench press has always been my weakest lift, so I think I managed to get up 225... none times. On the bright side, top-10 in the whole camp with vertical jump (I think it was 34", tied with another of my uninvited teammates).
Suffice it to say, no big time scholarship offers came out of it, but a free novelty T-shirt and a lot of self-deprecating laughs were had.
Funniest part was Amon. He wasn't even a sophomore yet, so coaches weren't supposed to contact him. Watching that dynamic was interesting. He was THE most popular guy at the combine with all of the coaches. They all knew exactly who he was, and they all found ways to accidentally bump into him and chat.
Good Tims.
Back then, I was completely unaware of the whole TBSing industry. Our small time coaches didn't know shit about it either and did nothing to promote their players. I got a few letters from small schools like UPS and whatnot because of our team camping there, but by my junior year I was already four knee surgeries in and still hadn't experienced that late 6" growth spurt, so I knew being Al Bundy was the pinnacle I could hope for.
But a couple of guys were[/i] being recruited and were invited to the northwest big time recruiting camp at some high school field near Seattle. Can't remember which. One of these guys was a linebacker who was going to be a junior. Lambo wanted him, but Rick didn't, so he ended up at Idaho. The other was the receiver in my class who ended up at Eastern.
A group of our core players decided to roll down with these two in support and watch the camp, as we had no idea what it would be all about. My dad had a big 15 passenger van, so we rolled down as a pretty decent sized group, myself and the three other senior captains, the junior linebacker, and the incoming sophomore Amon, who hadn't left the team yet. On the way, we stopped at a gas station and picked up big boxes of gas station fried chicken, little chocolate donuts (Belushi breakfast of champs), and Gatorades. I pigged the fuck out, eating the whole box of donuts and a couple pieces of chicken, as it's not like I needed to run a 40 anytime soon.
WRONG.
We got there and hung out with our invited buddies in line, got to the front, and the lady at the table tossed us all T-shirts and said, "Okay, sign in."
Ho. Lee. Shit. I was going to be working out in front of coaches from every school in the PAC-10! With nine pounds of chicken and little chocolate donuts in my stomach! And a size-XXX T-shirt[/s] drag racing parachute, as that's all they had!
I ran the slowest 40 of my life, as if I were being pulled back from my belt the whole way. I caught more than I dropped in receiver drills. I vaguely recall a decent 3-cone time. Bench press has always been my weakest lift, so I think I managed to get up 225... none times. On the bright side, top-10 in the whole camp with vertical jump (I think it was 34", tied with another of my uninvited teammates).
Suffice it to say, no big time scholarship offers came out of it, but a free novelty T-shirt and a lot of self-deprecating laughs were had.
Funniest part was Amon. He wasn't even a sophomore yet, so coaches weren't supposed to contact him. Watching that dynamic was interesting. He was THE most popular guy at the combine with all of the coaches. They all knew exactly who he was, and they all found ways to accidentally bump into him and chat.
Good Tims.
Funny enough, many of the sexual favors involved a shithole. The circle of life bruh.
Also, thank you!
Teyo (sp?) Johnson?
Edit: guessed wrong. I have no patience to read 6 pages before replying.
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Was gonna say the same. 5'10" and maybe 145 lbs for me by the end of high school. Could not put on any muscle until my mid-20's.
backthepack
New Fish
So I went to a really big tim football school in Texas (played for the State 5A Championship last year and were always at least solid going back decades). I think pictures always speak a thousand words, so I'll just show a random picture of the team and you can draw your own conclusions as to what the coaches thought when a skinny 115 pound dipshit half breed showed up for tryouts. Getting shitcanned not only probably saved my life, but also allowed me to find my true love, competitive weed smoking. State Champion 1986-1989 and this is undisputed.
We are recruiting a 2022 DL out of Duncanville who is a top 25 player and he actually likes us. Can Uncle Swaye pull a Nevin Shapiro?
BCoveysLifeInsPolicy
New Fish
Intramural flag football during my one aborted year at SPU, then occasionally throughout the span of my career in the Air Force.
MontlakeBridgeTroll
New Fish
Fantasy Pro
You lying fuck J...
Doog_de_Jour
New Fish
GRONK?????
Does getting knocked up by Kyler Gordon at a team camp count?
Fixed that for you, pod