And it’s not what you might think.Īpologies in advance for any grammar issues by the way. Ive got a girlfriend and we’re engaged to be married. Like a lot of guys, I have different hobbies. I’m telling you all of this because the sports part mentioned above directly relates to what happened.įor me, it’s competitive sports, woodworking and hiking. You see nearly 12-years ago, I played football at a military college. In fact, all of the guys who attended this school did. The administrators running the school made it a policy because they felt it helped to build teamwork and trust. They also mandated vigorous physical exercise, something that is pretty standard for most ROTC schools. Honestly, I didn’t have an issue any of that. I liked sports and have ever since I was a little kid.
Hitting the weights five times a week, plus plyometric exercises, was right up my alley. Part of the reason I enrolled in this particular college was because of their athletic program. That and the school had a good reputation for military officer training.īut at my college, the guys took sports – and winning – to a whole new level.
I’ll save you all of the jock talk and just cut to it. I’m shorter than most players, standing only at 5’10. And over the course of time, I had proven myself enough to get put on the first string.īack then, my weight hovered around 190 lbs., which is a much different size than you see from guys who go on to the NFL.īut because I was lean and scrappy, that’s the position the coach assigned me.
When we won games, it was all high fives from most of my teammates. But when we lost, a couple of the guys could be complete assholes – and bullies. I won’t go into too much detail here except to say that in the fall of 2004, during my senior year (I was 22) we were competing at an away game for a spot in the regional championships. But that was never to be because during a handoff play from our QB, I dropped the ball. The night we lost the game, most of us took to our dorm rooms. If you've ever played competitive sports, you know how brutal a loss can be.Īnd if your team thinks you’re the one who “blew it” for them, the retaliation can be harsh. I could tell a few of the guys on my team were pissed at me. On the bus ride back to campus, nobody sat next to me. Not even my best buddy.Īs we got close to our school, I overheard one of our wide receivers and a cornerback whispering. While I couldn't make everything out, one thing I definitely heard was “f*gg*t” when they talked about me.
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