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The summer workouts were hard, i was leading everyone on attendance with
8 months without missing one workout or team meeting. I really felt like a
leader finally. Finally this year i would get my shot. Sure, running hurt my
shins on those 3 mile runs we ran every other day, but i willed myself through
it. I taught most all of the freshman how to lift by taking time out of my
workouts. Its just instinct. i'm a nice guy and i can't help it when i see people
doing something like squatting wrong. Anyways my coaches were hyping me
up more than anyone else. I was doing the jumpingjacks for the team and
leading everyone.
I finally felt like this was my year. 2-a-days started and the running ate
away at me but i still was able to beat even a few of the backs on the team.
i went though a week of two a days and my legs really started acting up. it
got so bad i couldnt even sleep at night. my legs just twitched and the pain
was awful. I still ran though practice though even it was the hardest pain
ever. After another week of this (we have 17 days of two-a-days and this
was the 15th day.) My positional coach, who i trained with and who kept me
at this school told me i couldn't walk and i needed to rest my shins. I saw the
trainer the next day and he did next to nothing but tell me i needed a week
off of my shins. So i iced all day every day for two days.
My head coach told me to get my sorry ass into the weight room which i
didnt get at all. The head coach made me and the first year senior who
pulled his hamstring bring the ice bucket all the way into the field and ice
there, which i didnt have a problem with. But the trainer told me he didnt
want me to practice the next day. My positional coach made me and my
good friend alex, who was in the same situation as me, but hurt his knee,
wear red jerseys and dress in full pads. We had to do push-ups and sit-ups
for the whole day without any breaks and only go in for lunch. So alex and i
(and a freshman and a sophmore) did pushups and situps nonstop.
i went over by the coaches and they told me to go over in the corner and
start doing that nonstop. my positional coach told me to get the f away. so i
did it. i sucked it up and did well over 2000 pushups and situps that day. I
was getting aggitated though. They took this sophmore who they really liked
and started teaching him the spot i was starting in and he was good, but i
knew i was much better. I taught this kid how to lift last year and i still had
275 to his 185 bench, 425 to his 185 squat max, and 265 to his 155
powerclean max. but anyways i'm getting off topic. Since this sophmore was
getting all of my reps and i wasn't allowed to get in i was worried. Also there
was two first year senior football players and they were both big guys. one
was 6'4 160 the other around 6'5 200. There were injured the same amount
of time as i was but instead of doing push-ups and situps all practice they
were laying around watching it. One of the kids had cut on his big toe. He
was out for a week and it was only his first year as i watched him laying
around as i was punished for nothing. But i sucked it up. The sophmore
wasn't taking my spot.
I did real well the first scrimmage and fought through my shin splints even
though my nights went sleepless and i lived in an ice bucket while at home.
My shins still didnt get better. My positional coach and the team trainer told
me not to practice for a week. I still had to do those stupid situps and
pushups all practice while everyone else was practicing and the other injured
players were laying around. On friday i wanted to play in the scrimmage, but
they wouldn't let me. So i sat and watched my teammates. On film they
seemed to point out every good thing the sophmore did. I told him all of his
mistakes that he was making also. My shins finally felt better the next week,
game week, after coach told me that he wanted me good for friday. I
practiced all week and busted my ass for our first home game. That whole
week my position coach didn't give me one rep. monday through thursday i
practiced but he gave the sophmore all of the reps. He started the sophmore
in the game, which i accepted because i was hurt the week before.
But the team we were playing was bad, and they made our whole team look
like all-state players. My head coach and positional coach wouldn't even
make eye contact with me before and during the game. I watch as my team
fought hard but i didn't get in one play the whole game. I just didn't get why,
and everyone else on the team who looked up to me, even the kids who i
taught how to lift just didn't get it. I still sucked it up. Figured next week i'll
get a shot. Even though i saw all of the kids i grew up with out there on the
field fighting to win while i was standing, and one of the captains from last
year, a loud mouth kid yelled at me telling me it's my job to keep the crowd
and sidelines up. So that's what i did that game.
I asked my head coach after the game if he would let me get reps in the j/v
game tomorrow. He told me he didnt want me playing j/v but i could because
we played a powerhouse team the first j/v game. So i got up early and
played the next mourning. I was the only senior out there and i was with kids
three years older than i. My old j/v coach started me both ways but the
second play of the game i was blocking and two helmets collided with my
hand. I told the trainer the next kickoff but he told me that i was fine. Later
that night it hurt so bad i got an x-ray and found out i played the whole
game with a broken hand both ways. This set me back even more. But the
head coach tryed to make up for it. We played one of the worst teams in the
county week two. My hand was still way to bad to play but since i worked
real hard he said i was a captain.
I felt bad because i didnt work this hard just to call a coin flip. Anyways the
6'6 kid who i was rivals with and never got along with, mainly because i was
stronger in all lifts than him and faster also walked on the field instead of me
to be a captain. I didnt let it bother me and waited till next week again. Mind
you my positional coach still made me wear full pads every practice and
sprint in full pads and do situps all practice even though i wasnt allowed to
practice or play yet. Week 3 we faced our rivals and we won. I couldn't wait
until i was able to play again. I was getting my cast padded next week. I
must of spent 2 hours every day on the leg press because it was all i could
do. aside from triceps on my other hand. Finally coach told me week four
that i was a captain for the week again, but i just wanted to play and didn't
care about that kind of stuff. I didn't even know if they would let me play
too.
Coach told me that if i was able to play, i would start and play all game. I
was able to play and before the game he told the whole team that this game
was for me and my other friend who was a senior but never got in. I just
didnt understand it. My positional coach told me i couldn't get in until the
score was real high. I just didn't understand. I waited and waited and felt
betrayed, we were playing another one of the worst teams in the division and
it was almost the end of the quarter. Finally in the fourth quarter i got in. It
was with the j/v offense and i didn't get it........ Why was i playing with j/v?
It wasn't rudy or anything like me coming out and getting a sack, but i did
make a few tackles. After the game was over i felt like i wasn't a part of the
team. I was just being used to motavate other kids on the team. I worked
too hard for this and i got nothing. The next day i was pumped because we
had mourning practice and i wanted to see how i did. But coach just watched
the sophmore and the other tackle.
He paused and said what the hell is that as i saw the sophmore and other
tackle get pancaked play after play. They were doing real bad. He said we
needed two people that really want to play tackle, so i was excited. But
coach fast forwarded through the part i was in the game. I was angry, but i
asked my positional coach if he wanted to watch the tape with me after 4
miles. He told me he would. After i ran with the team and lifted he told me he
was too busy and on monday he would. On monday i got my cast off and i
was pumped up. This was going to be my practice. In the beginning of
practice coach told us there was a drill set up for a select few players who
he said wanted to play tackle. He called out almost all of the tackles, even
the sophmores, but not me. So i went up to him and told him i was going to
go in the drill, and he gave me a mean look, but i did it anyway. And i did
pretty damn good, but it didn't seem like my coaches cared. I ran and after
practice i asked my positional coach if he would watch the film with me but
he told me that he "didn't have time for that kinda stuff".
My old j/v coach came up to me and told me i should get ready because i
have to help him show a good set up of the team were playing for scout
team with the jvs. I wasn't a j/v. I worked too hard. So the next day, i had a
talk after school with my positional coach who was also a teacher, but he
was only 23. I let my guts out and told him how i felt i was being used and
how i wanted my chance. But he told me that everyone has different roles on
the team and my role was to be the motavator, and the rudy of the team. I
told him, "what if i don't want to be the rudy, what if i want to play?" He
replied by telling me, "well that's not your role." I was furious, and made up
my mind that i was going to quit. That loud mouth kid who graduated last
year and was a coach this year yelled at me every week when i was on the
sidelines on fridays when the sophmores and the freshman wouldn't get loud.
He even pushed me over one game. Another one of my coaches took it out
on me every time someone talked on our day before the game practice. Told
me it was my job to keep everyone quiet. But i was sick of handling all the
bad stuff and playing j/v. so i scheduled a meeting with my coach. On
tuesday he said he would talk after practice but went to a meeting after
practice.
The next day i talked to him and tried to tell him everything even though he
would barely let me talk. Before i knew it he told me in a few weeks i could
get a shot and shook my hand. But my brain froze as i walked out and i knew
that week eight would not be a close enough chance, i needed one now. I
told him give me a chance now or i quit. And he told me to wait again and i
told him that i never got a fair shot. "Football just isn't fun anymore. I put my
life into this team and i got nothing back in return. I don't feel like being used
anymore.
It's not in my heart with the way your coaching. I quit. I walked out of there.
Never came back. It could of been destiny because it brought me closer to a
lot of my friends and my dad. Somethings just will never happen, and me
playing in any quarter but the fourth of a varsity game is one of them. Well i
have slacked off since then but had fun times. i'm down to 5-7 186 from 225
which i weighed in the beginning of the season. I've been drinking too much
and i'm started the Abs diet on january 1st though. Mainly i would like to
thank blitz, glenn, madcow2, biggt, tweakle, anotherbutters, and everyone
else who helped me out last year when i started lifting. The 5x5 sparked
some monster results for me. I'm going to start another journal when i start
my new program. Thanks.
- Iggy
8 months without missing one workout or team meeting. I really felt like a
leader finally. Finally this year i would get my shot. Sure, running hurt my
shins on those 3 mile runs we ran every other day, but i willed myself through
it. I taught most all of the freshman how to lift by taking time out of my
workouts. Its just instinct. i'm a nice guy and i can't help it when i see people
doing something like squatting wrong. Anyways my coaches were hyping me
up more than anyone else. I was doing the jumpingjacks for the team and
leading everyone.
I finally felt like this was my year. 2-a-days started and the running ate
away at me but i still was able to beat even a few of the backs on the team.
i went though a week of two a days and my legs really started acting up. it
got so bad i couldnt even sleep at night. my legs just twitched and the pain
was awful. I still ran though practice though even it was the hardest pain
ever. After another week of this (we have 17 days of two-a-days and this
was the 15th day.) My positional coach, who i trained with and who kept me
at this school told me i couldn't walk and i needed to rest my shins. I saw the
trainer the next day and he did next to nothing but tell me i needed a week
off of my shins. So i iced all day every day for two days.
My head coach told me to get my sorry ass into the weight room which i
didnt get at all. The head coach made me and the first year senior who
pulled his hamstring bring the ice bucket all the way into the field and ice
there, which i didnt have a problem with. But the trainer told me he didnt
want me to practice the next day. My positional coach made me and my
good friend alex, who was in the same situation as me, but hurt his knee,
wear red jerseys and dress in full pads. We had to do push-ups and sit-ups
for the whole day without any breaks and only go in for lunch. So alex and i
(and a freshman and a sophmore) did pushups and situps nonstop.
i went over by the coaches and they told me to go over in the corner and
start doing that nonstop. my positional coach told me to get the f away. so i
did it. i sucked it up and did well over 2000 pushups and situps that day. I
was getting aggitated though. They took this sophmore who they really liked
and started teaching him the spot i was starting in and he was good, but i
knew i was much better. I taught this kid how to lift last year and i still had
275 to his 185 bench, 425 to his 185 squat max, and 265 to his 155
powerclean max. but anyways i'm getting off topic. Since this sophmore was
getting all of my reps and i wasn't allowed to get in i was worried. Also there
was two first year senior football players and they were both big guys. one
was 6'4 160 the other around 6'5 200. There were injured the same amount
of time as i was but instead of doing push-ups and situps all practice they
were laying around watching it. One of the kids had cut on his big toe. He
was out for a week and it was only his first year as i watched him laying
around as i was punished for nothing. But i sucked it up. The sophmore
wasn't taking my spot.
I did real well the first scrimmage and fought through my shin splints even
though my nights went sleepless and i lived in an ice bucket while at home.
My shins still didnt get better. My positional coach and the team trainer told
me not to practice for a week. I still had to do those stupid situps and
pushups all practice while everyone else was practicing and the other injured
players were laying around. On friday i wanted to play in the scrimmage, but
they wouldn't let me. So i sat and watched my teammates. On film they
seemed to point out every good thing the sophmore did. I told him all of his
mistakes that he was making also. My shins finally felt better the next week,
game week, after coach told me that he wanted me good for friday. I
practiced all week and busted my ass for our first home game. That whole
week my position coach didn't give me one rep. monday through thursday i
practiced but he gave the sophmore all of the reps. He started the sophmore
in the game, which i accepted because i was hurt the week before.
But the team we were playing was bad, and they made our whole team look
like all-state players. My head coach and positional coach wouldn't even
make eye contact with me before and during the game. I watch as my team
fought hard but i didn't get in one play the whole game. I just didn't get why,
and everyone else on the team who looked up to me, even the kids who i
taught how to lift just didn't get it. I still sucked it up. Figured next week i'll
get a shot. Even though i saw all of the kids i grew up with out there on the
field fighting to win while i was standing, and one of the captains from last
year, a loud mouth kid yelled at me telling me it's my job to keep the crowd
and sidelines up. So that's what i did that game.
I asked my head coach after the game if he would let me get reps in the j/v
game tomorrow. He told me he didnt want me playing j/v but i could because
we played a powerhouse team the first j/v game. So i got up early and
played the next mourning. I was the only senior out there and i was with kids
three years older than i. My old j/v coach started me both ways but the
second play of the game i was blocking and two helmets collided with my
hand. I told the trainer the next kickoff but he told me that i was fine. Later
that night it hurt so bad i got an x-ray and found out i played the whole
game with a broken hand both ways. This set me back even more. But the
head coach tryed to make up for it. We played one of the worst teams in the
county week two. My hand was still way to bad to play but since i worked
real hard he said i was a captain.
I felt bad because i didnt work this hard just to call a coin flip. Anyways the
6'6 kid who i was rivals with and never got along with, mainly because i was
stronger in all lifts than him and faster also walked on the field instead of me
to be a captain. I didnt let it bother me and waited till next week again. Mind
you my positional coach still made me wear full pads every practice and
sprint in full pads and do situps all practice even though i wasnt allowed to
practice or play yet. Week 3 we faced our rivals and we won. I couldn't wait
until i was able to play again. I was getting my cast padded next week. I
must of spent 2 hours every day on the leg press because it was all i could
do. aside from triceps on my other hand. Finally coach told me week four
that i was a captain for the week again, but i just wanted to play and didn't
care about that kind of stuff. I didn't even know if they would let me play
too.
Coach told me that if i was able to play, i would start and play all game. I
was able to play and before the game he told the whole team that this game
was for me and my other friend who was a senior but never got in. I just
didnt understand it. My positional coach told me i couldn't get in until the
score was real high. I just didn't understand. I waited and waited and felt
betrayed, we were playing another one of the worst teams in the division and
it was almost the end of the quarter. Finally in the fourth quarter i got in. It
was with the j/v offense and i didn't get it........ Why was i playing with j/v?
It wasn't rudy or anything like me coming out and getting a sack, but i did
make a few tackles. After the game was over i felt like i wasn't a part of the
team. I was just being used to motavate other kids on the team. I worked
too hard for this and i got nothing. The next day i was pumped because we
had mourning practice and i wanted to see how i did. But coach just watched
the sophmore and the other tackle.
He paused and said what the hell is that as i saw the sophmore and other
tackle get pancaked play after play. They were doing real bad. He said we
needed two people that really want to play tackle, so i was excited. But
coach fast forwarded through the part i was in the game. I was angry, but i
asked my positional coach if he wanted to watch the tape with me after 4
miles. He told me he would. After i ran with the team and lifted he told me he
was too busy and on monday he would. On monday i got my cast off and i
was pumped up. This was going to be my practice. In the beginning of
practice coach told us there was a drill set up for a select few players who
he said wanted to play tackle. He called out almost all of the tackles, even
the sophmores, but not me. So i went up to him and told him i was going to
go in the drill, and he gave me a mean look, but i did it anyway. And i did
pretty damn good, but it didn't seem like my coaches cared. I ran and after
practice i asked my positional coach if he would watch the film with me but
he told me that he "didn't have time for that kinda stuff".
My old j/v coach came up to me and told me i should get ready because i
have to help him show a good set up of the team were playing for scout
team with the jvs. I wasn't a j/v. I worked too hard. So the next day, i had a
talk after school with my positional coach who was also a teacher, but he
was only 23. I let my guts out and told him how i felt i was being used and
how i wanted my chance. But he told me that everyone has different roles on
the team and my role was to be the motavator, and the rudy of the team. I
told him, "what if i don't want to be the rudy, what if i want to play?" He
replied by telling me, "well that's not your role." I was furious, and made up
my mind that i was going to quit. That loud mouth kid who graduated last
year and was a coach this year yelled at me every week when i was on the
sidelines on fridays when the sophmores and the freshman wouldn't get loud.
He even pushed me over one game. Another one of my coaches took it out
on me every time someone talked on our day before the game practice. Told
me it was my job to keep everyone quiet. But i was sick of handling all the
bad stuff and playing j/v. so i scheduled a meeting with my coach. On
tuesday he said he would talk after practice but went to a meeting after
practice.
The next day i talked to him and tried to tell him everything even though he
would barely let me talk. Before i knew it he told me in a few weeks i could
get a shot and shook my hand. But my brain froze as i walked out and i knew
that week eight would not be a close enough chance, i needed one now. I
told him give me a chance now or i quit. And he told me to wait again and i
told him that i never got a fair shot. "Football just isn't fun anymore. I put my
life into this team and i got nothing back in return. I don't feel like being used
anymore.
It's not in my heart with the way your coaching. I quit. I walked out of there.
Never came back. It could of been destiny because it brought me closer to a
lot of my friends and my dad. Somethings just will never happen, and me
playing in any quarter but the fourth of a varsity game is one of them. Well i
have slacked off since then but had fun times. i'm down to 5-7 186 from 225
which i weighed in the beginning of the season. I've been drinking too much
and i'm started the Abs diet on january 1st though. Mainly i would like to
thank blitz, glenn, madcow2, biggt, tweakle, anotherbutters, and everyone
else who helped me out last year when i started lifting. The 5x5 sparked
some monster results for me. I'm going to start another journal when i start
my new program. Thanks.
- Iggy
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