Cowboys1966
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D1. Drafted in 1988 late round. Never played a down in nfl.
I started playing backyard football at an early age. It was before my first organized tackle football, which was 5th grade in Amarillo. We actually went to the state championship that year, but lost. Their RB was so big he had to bring his birth certificate to all his games.
I played LB and that big dude beat me up ALL game long. He was basically unstoppable for 5th grade kids, haha.
Then, I played all the way through high school, starting at LB/S my junior and senior years. I also played some TE but was mainly a blocker and my focus, like always, was much more on defense.
I got a scholarship to a local junior college (by then in Mississippi) and played mostly safety and a little situational LB for those two years. It was so fun but unfortunately, that was about as far as my talent could take me. I wasn’t that big but I was known as the hitter in the secondary.
I was working in a gym then and one of the Southern Miss defensive coaches worked out there. He kept trying to get me to try to walk on there (I had an academic scholarship at the school), which I almost did but by then I was pretty deep into my schoolwork and I was having migraines from some previous concussions, so my girlfriend at the time talked me out of it.
Thus ended my organized football days, which was crushing.
for years I played intramural flag football, which kind of scratched the itch… but it was the contact that I loved. Anyway, we had a good team (the QB had been a QB at Ole Miss) and we actually won the tournament for the southeast US and went to the national. We ended up losing to the team that won it all. They had a coach and wore real football uniforms just without the pads, haha. They were serious.
All through those years, anytime I could get a backyard tackle game together, I would.
Once, a bunch of us had gone to a field at USM to get a game up and there was another big group there that we didn’t know. I said we should let 11 play against 11 from each group and play. They knew a challenge when they heard one so they said sure. It was one of the most brutal games I’ve ever played in. People were falling out left and right. My buddy was playing barefooted and got his entire big toenail pulled off.
I got the worst concussion that I ever had in that game. I got one and kept playing and then had the back of my head slap the ground and it was lights out. It was super fun though and is one of my best backyard football memories… what I can remember if it.
If I could get up a game right now, I’d probably do it. I love, love, love playing football.
Started playing flag football when I was seven and then tackle when I got a little older, on up through HS until a guy in a moving van paralyzed me from the neck down. I played QB when I was a little kid then TE, LB and safety as I got older. My high school was a small hick joint so I got to play both ways, JV and varsity, stay on the field Thursday and Friday nights as a sophomore. Funnest time of my life.
I woke up in the hospital at the beginning of August of my junior year. I was in a halo vest and on a ventilator with my busted jaw wired shut. My first question was, will I be better before the season starts?
Yeah funny, I played a lot of backyard football and cant even begin to tell you how many times my head hit the ground snapped back like Tua as a kid. Never gave it a second thought and never though anything about it but remembered it as a rough experience.I played street ball without a helmet. That probably explains a lot.
I don't think people truly understand the meaning of this. I played and coached football most of my life from about age 8 to about age 50. I've played catch with a hundred different QBs at different levels. My high school QB was Tim Groves who went on to play 4 years at Florida. He was the first QB I ever played with whose passes hurt to catch. You could hear the ball whistling in the air as it approached. Dude had a cannon.
Fast forward about 15 years I had moved to California and would run sprints on the track of San Jose City College.. which any track aficionado will know as the place where Bruce Jenner got his start as did current analyst and ATL Olympic bronze medalist in the 100m and 200m Ato Bolden. I have pictures of Bruce with his little ones climbing all over him from the time I met him at the track meet he used to host there. He asked if I wanted a better picture I laughed and told them there could be no better picture than that one.
Anyway.. one day I was working out and this gigantic kid and two smaller 20 somethings come out to the track and start putting cleats on and throwing the ball around. Eventually the smaller guys transition into running routs and catching passes from the bigger one. It looked like fun and I always carried my cleats and my gloves in my gym bag so I asked to join in. I ran a few routes but it immediately struck me that this kid ALSO made the ball whistle when he threw it and it hurt to catch even with gloves on.
It was my lunch break and I had to get back to work but as I was leaving I asked what the kid was training for and who he was. He answered "Scott Mitchell, I'm getting ready for the draft..." I didn't know who he was at that point.. but I remembered when I saw him playing on Sundays.