I'll do you one better: I challenged my high school football coach to fight me. Keep in mind that this guy was an ex-CFL offensive lineman who wasn't that old...it took serious balls. We were in his office...a very small room and it was after school...the rest of the team was already outside for practice, so there was no 'saftey net' of having someone there to break shit up. He had pulled me in there trying that bullshit negative psychology to rile me up for the next day's game....but I don't respond all that well to that confrontational style. He was trying to fuck with my head, made some comment that basically questioned my toughness because I'd missed a practice earlier in the week with a sore back. He said something like "D linemen are supposed to be the toughest guys on the team...the animals. But you and ******** (the other Defensive End) seem like you'd rather be lifting weights and looking at your muscles in the mirror sometimes instead of paying the price at practice. I don't know that either of you would fare too well in a streetfight despite your size. Maybe you should go home and think about whether or not you want to keep playing." I responded by firing my helmet off the wall behind him narrowly missing his head and saying something to the effect of "Fuck you, asshole. I'm dressed already, so I'm going on the field...and there's not a fucking thing you can do about it. And if you want to find out whether or not I can fight, get your ass up out of that chair and let's do it right here and right now!" I was absolutely peaking, and he had this look on his face like he didn't know what the hell was going on...wasn't used to people getting up in his face I'm sure (he was a very big dude). End result was that I picked my helmet back up, went and practiced in spite of his telling me not to (he didn't utter so much as a peep....I think he was in shock). There was minimal fallout: because of the incident, he decided to not start me the next day. He probably would have liked the second stringer to get the job done so he could keep me on the sideline longer, but the opposition's first possesion went like this: Huge run off-tackle on my side of the line, huge sweep to my side, screen pass to my side for a big gain after the catch, culminating in another big run off-tackle for the touchdown. When they got off the field, the defense captains were on him like white on rice to get me back in there....must have been so frustrating for him....LOL. So I was back in the game right quick. We never spoke two words to each other after that (it was towards the end of the season and it was my senior year).
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