12-09-2013, 02:03 PM
Woof. Playing in that kind of crap caused me to quit football in 6th grade 3/4 of the way through the last game of the season. After getting stomped into the ice for the eleventy hundredth time, I looked at my hands. My fingers had turned blue, and the blood from my skinned knuckles had frozen onto the backs of my hands. I walked up to the Coach, said "I quit" and went to the locker room. Coach didn't say a word. I showered, changed, and rode my bike home. (in the snow, uphill both ways..)