why i hate football

In 1979 i played football in the town league, i was the smallest dude and 10 years old. During a game i asked the coach if i could play as i had not up to that point. The coach(Upper right) told me that he couldn't take that risk! My dad heard that and blew his top, told the coach off and we left....i was very proud.
flash forward to 1984, my first year in high school. I went to a regional high and was introduced to a whole new town of kids, as i was the smallest kid from my town i was eventually tested by the smallest kid from the other town on a local playground. i don't know how it happened but eventually he squashed shaving cream in my hair, i responded with a big load of mud in his face.
he then jumped on me in and as we fell his knee broke my collarbone....fuck! i made up some story to my folks instead of ratting him out.
So i was stoked to get outta gym class, i had to go meet with the gym teacher to figure something out. Turns out he made a deal with my dad, i would be the frig-gin water boy for the football team for the whole semester. my weekends were shit and i was a really small kid with a shaved head who was in a hardcore band.....Thanks dad!