My prep football career was short and indistiguished. I lasted one season in junior high and one in high school. My admitted goals were to earn a football letter for my letter jacket (which sported only baseball accomplishments), be able to wear a jersey down the school hallways on game day, and make it through the season without incurring major injury. Check, check, and check.
But there was a drawback to my "no guts, all glory" approach to the gridiron. I lived with the dread of puking during wind sprints or being pancaked by an offensive lineman with an 80-pount weight advantage. But never, and I mean never, did I have to live with the fear of being bludgeoned on the field of play by a giant inflatable bird mascot.
Watch the background of this scene from the Falcons pre-season game Monday night:
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