Originally Posted by Coach_May:
RJ no and I bet neither have you.
My father started college at a Big Ten school to play football. After an injury he transferred to a NESCAC to play baseball. He was a bright man. He attended college after being a WW2 Marine. It's what happens when you graduate high school in 1942. He only provided one piece of advice in my sports career. I whined once. He told me one choice would be a pussy and quit. The look in his eyes said there was another choice. Ever seen a glare say "Man up and fight for what you want?"
When I was fifteen I made the mistake of taking a swing at my father. I think he broke the world's record for flipping an opponent on his face and putting a knee in his back. He then said, "Never f*** with a Marine trained in hand to hand combat." My only reply was "yes, sir."