Or violence / impulse control issues.
I played through college and I would never sign up any of my children for it. It's been 20 years and still impacts my life every day.
Im suddenly limping this morning from a pain in my lower back that happened at practice 25 years ago. We are in shells and Im pass protecting and this 6’6 clown decides to go lower than my 5’9 ass so I go lower than him and cut him down. He bytches to the coach who gets on me. Im like “aite….bet!!”
Niqqa….the devil was fired up in me. Next play on pass protect….the top of helmet and all 210 pounds of me shot upward into the side of his helmet cracking the corner of his facemask. Everyone stopped what they were doing to yell “OHHHHH shyt!!” I had dude stumbling off staggering. Everyone is dapping me up but I realized I had trouble moving my right arm and the bottom of my back was hurting. I shook that shyt off and life returned to my arm. My back? It flares up every now and then. I havent slept on my back since or I wake up stiff.
I wont lie. I miss dispensing violence. That shyt felt good. But I still to this day am learning to not immediately react in the face of aggression with aggression because thats how my Texas born coach raised me.
I say all this to say that I told my son 12 y/o this is his last year playing football because it was a need for me coming up but a want for him. I made it clear to him that he isnt me in terms of talent either and Im not pressuring him to ever be me because he cant. Told him none of his teammates cant. Just be happy and know you have so many options available because if you arent super nice, youre just a crash test dummy for someone else on their road to a scholarship.
He gets it. But I also have gone al out to train him with this being his last year.