12-09-2013, 07:45 PM
Wimp. Cold never killed a player. Heat, that's the killer. But then I wasn't a football player but rather a thin-clad who remembers running a race in t-shirt, shorts and barefoot in the snow. I wore a jock strap for warmth.
cbelt3 wrote:
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..)