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Nice idea Smootsmack, here goes. Back in England in the old days of the British American Football League ('85-'88 I think) I had a couple of friends I'd intorduced to the game a few years earlier who actually took the time to find a team. That team was the Ealing Eagles and my friend Shane played safety. He was a psychotic little sod who just loved hitting people, a really gifted athlete and very intelligent. He picked up the game in no time and after a couple of seasons he suggested that I come and play. They didn't have any slots on D (not that I'm built for anything other than CB) so I was thrown into the WR pool. Turns out that it's not as easy as they make it look on TV, I must have been the worst receiver to ever play. Every down I came on I'd have no clue what I was doing, where I was lining up, nothing. So I'd just line up, sprint off and try to drag a defender with me. I nearly got our star RB killed on a sweep where I should have blocked a LB. I went back to just watching on TV after that season. It gave me a huge appreciation of the game.
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