Lighting a candle.
"Rodrick Williams Jr.'s 10-month old, 2-foot-long savannah monitor named "Kill" gets the RB some strange looks when they go for walks together."
Lighting a candle.
Craft trying to be all Burke-like. Burke hits his FTs and finishes his shots.
Oops. Wrong thread.
in the IU game.
My freshman year I played running back. I was a big kid, about 5'11 and 180 pounds. I made it my goal in practice to run over every linebacker on the team and I talked shit all day. So one time I got the handoff on a speed sweep, came around the edge and this small kid was standng there, and I knew he hit hard but I put my head down and ran right into him. Then next I remember I was in the hospital with a concussion. My friends told me that we both stood straight up after the hit, and we fell, and the kid actually hit me so hard that my pants fell off! I've never been so hard in my entire life.
You might want to rethink that last sentence
One of my best friends wasn't the greastest dribbler. The ball got too far in front of him in an intramural game. He ran faster and faster trying to control it, while leaning further and further forward. He hit the wall with his head down and knocked himself out cold.
Don't judge a book by it's cover. These anecdotes are actually pretty funny.
I'm pretty sure this is what went through that player's head after he got steamrolled:
The hardest I was ever hit was when there was a fumble in the open field and I bent down to try to pick it up on the bounce. The middle linebacker ran head-on into my lowered head, and it took some time for the stars to disappear. I probably would have been yanked from practice if it were here in 2013, but this was before the relatively recent uproar about concussions.
my first year of football i was an undersized 14 year old playing in a local summer league against guy who were up to 18 years old (i have a late birthday).
It was our last game and a lot of guys were injured so i was filling in at middle linebacker. On a play late in th game i moved up to fill my gap on a run play and met the other team's 64" fullback. All i rememmber is getting a panoramic view of the sky and snot flying out of my nose. I then wobbled to the sideline and threw up everywhere. Not fun.
relatively close to this play.
I was chasing after a puck that was going to be called icing if I didn't touch it in time and right before crossing the goal line I was hit from behind. My facemask broke my fall at full speed and I can't remember much from the night other than standing in the locker room and not being allowed to drive home.
Hardest I've ever hit something is a bit different. In middle school I collided skate on skate with an opposing player and ended up buried in the boards three feet away, while I'm told the momentum slid him to the other side of the ice. I completely seperated my left shoulder in addition to having smaller muscle tears in my back. That was also by far the worst I've ever had the wind knocked out of me, which was not fun; on one level I was telling myself to calm down because it was just the wind getting knocked out and on another I was convinced I'd die.
I was playing White against iChessPro and taking on the Scillian Dragon variation when the Black KingsideKnight vaulted over my pawn structure and took out my Queen side bishop without compensation. I had bile in my mouth after that play. Six moves later I resigned.
My sympathy is to yours and loved ones.
I was the half back and our center got the snap count wrong and ended up being the only olineman ready to block. The QB being a QB quickly handed me the ball off with 3 Dlineman coming at me. Knocked my helmet off and didnt get up for 5 minutes...
Hardest I've ever been hit was when I was playing for an All-Ohio Senior team... It was a practice and I was an OLB at around 6'0 170. The offense threw a jailbreak screen and the receiver caught it but when he went to tuck the ball he fumbled somehow.. not sure how but not important. I ran into the flats and scooped the ball around the hash and looked up to see some HUGE D1 tackle 2 feet from me. Before I could react he hit me and I flew from the hash to the sideline. It felt like it anyway.
One of those hits where you pop right up after to act like it didn't suck.