I remember my sophmore yr, back in the day. I smoked a cig to impress a girl after a basketball game..
Someone told my coach..
One afternoon I was walking into locker room for track practice.. back then we could practice yr around. Next think I know my track coach has me by the throat up against the wall with my feet dangling off the floor... He was about 6' 6" & 275..
He said I hear U took up smoking.. I told him I took one drag from a cig. to impress a bigg t i tt ied girl..
He said either I take the 50 licks or I'm off the track team. I could take them 25 at a time.. (If you would have seen the welps on my azzzzzz). His paddle was biggg and had holes in it.. (If that would be now... I would have been a millionaire.. )
I told coach I wanted the name of the guy that told on me..
He told me, and it was one of my teammates.. He was a long jumper.. I told coach I was going to get him... One day about a week before the track season started, I see him at practice walking bare footed.. So I walked up to him from behind.. Called his name.. When he stopped, I was right behind him, my long practice spikes caught the back of his heel and as my foot continued down I ripped his heel with 2 spikes almost an 1/2 deep and 3" long from his achilles to the bottom of his heel...
I said oh I'm sorry didn't see U stop... He had to have stitches and was out the whole track season because it was his plant foot and he still had pain and could not practice and younger guy beat him out..
Coach knew i did it but he could not prove it... But he suspended me for the first track meet of the yr any way..
He was going to let a freshman run the hurdles.. Well about 5 minutes before the hurdles event he came in to the team area called my name when i stood up, he came up to me and said u R running.. I better WIN I want the points to Win this meet..
Well I had been lying in the team area and had been going thru my stretching . So I get my track shoes on, warm up and then I went out and won the highs plus set a meet and school record.. Coach never said a word to me all the way back to NISH on the bus... We ended up winning the meet..
But having taken those 50 licks like a man.. I finally got my revenge on my low life teammate. Never saying a word that I knew he had told on me..
I'd end up a 3 yr. letterman, and co-captain my junior yr. and captain my senior yr. and leader on the track team at NISH. And went to college on scholarship...
One of my good friends at catholic high in NI was caught drinking at a camp party the coaches were so mad at their 3 star stud they dis-banded the whole track team... Won't say his name, but his older brother is a sheriff of a parish now.. Boy dem were the good old days...
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