Originally Posted by Cleetus
Lets see...
One of my fondest memories playing....
I was playing Defensiv End, we were getting destroyed, on the goal line, the Def. tackle looked over at me and we both said that they wereen't going to run it through us. Sure enough they tried, we hit the guy at the same time with such force that he went into the air, we both continued hitting him on the ground. We got penalized, but pumped the defense up enough to actually stop that drive.
My father, playing guard going up against best tackle in the conference. Refused to get beat, put the kid in the hospital. Another time, tells me when he was playing Linebacker, he and another guy hit a kid at the same time, one low, one high on the ribs on opposite times, could hear the ribs breaking. How they used to use clotheslines to stop people. Nicest guy anyone will ever meet, my dad, respect him more then anyone else with his ability to remain calm. On that field though, you become a different person, it isn't about class, it is a violent sport and only those that wish to win should be out there.
Do you really have any comprehension what those guys are mentally going through? Do you ever really watch good O-lines battle out with good D-lines, do you see the shady underhanded crap that goes on those trenches? Or do you only care about the pretty boy hot doggers?
That is what I mean by romanticising a violent battle of a sport. To this day, if I am out there playing tackle with friends, if you are on the other side, I hate you while I am playing. As soon as the game is over, hell, I am the first to give ya a hug and by a beer.
So you want to come and bitch about a little rule? Nah, it isn't that important, and as Ya_know said, esp coming from someone whose idle is a man whose entire career is breaking, bending rules.