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True story:
I used to run a 4.6 in the 40, which if you know anything it is damn fast, I ran this when I was a sophmore. In the little school I went to the coach both coached track and football. He made me play football because of my speed, did it bother him that I only weighed 125 pounds? Nope He started me at RUNNING BACK! By the time I would hit the line of scrimage I had already beat my coverage, leaving me wide open to the secondary, guess how many times I got toted away in a stretcher? My good friend from another town hit me so hard and knocked me out, he started crying on the field. He told me later that he couldn't feel me when he hit, but he heard cracking and popping. He refused to play the rest of the game and rode with me to the hospital.
So if anyone is wondering if I have a little chip on my shoulder for over zealous coaches, yeah, I do, from experiance.
And we were division D and in like second to last place.
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