You twisted my arm. By the way, just got back from my two mile plus trek in the cold. Ha
Back in the day, (again for Doggie), there was no 4 days of shorts, etc. you showed up and bam you were full pads and banging heads. I was a freshman, weighed about buck thirty, and in all my glory. We went in and got our equipment, pretty much fitted ourselves ( and yepper did not know squat). Our main concern was getting a helmet that someone else had the year before and was all dinged and painted up. (They were maroon). Anyway, one of my class mates was about 6'0 and 175. There was a helmet that a "killer" had the year before (no reconditioning in those days). It had the first t-bar I had ever seen. It was taped to face mask. Anyway, we got suited up and went outside. The first drill was tackling (probably did some jumping jacks etc to warm up) and I was matched up against my fellow freshman. He was ball carrier and we met and down he went, out like a light. I jumped up like a banty rooster all puffed up with my hard hit. Ha The coach came over and took his helmet off and he had taken the suspension out to make it fit, it was his skull and a think plastic shell. My hit was not quite the thunder hit I thought. The coach shook his head and we moved to another part of field and left him laying there until he came too. Ha How many lawsuits do you think all that would cause today. Ha