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Originally posted by Bash E. Bull

1. When a team is safetied they need to punt, not kick-off. That's a huge error.


Actually, unless they've changed it (and I don't remember them doing so), the safety'd team has a choice to either Punt OR Kick. Almost all choose punt because it's less likely to have a huge return than a kickoff does and, overall... IF you have a real good punter, the end yardage is pretty much the same. A kickoff goes farther but with much less hangtime... while a punt might be shorter but by the time it comes down into the returner's arms he's got a lot less open field to work with. So almost all coaches go for the punt. Plus a kicker doesn't get to use a tee so that probably also effects the decision.

(rule) "After a safety, the team scored upon must put the ball in play by a free kick (punt, dropkick, or placekick) from its 20-yard line. An artificial or manufactured tee cannot be used."

I want real cheerleaders and popcorn at halftime...

Originally posted by AlBarsch
I want real cheerleaders and popcorn at halftime...




I Like you

Originally posted by Theo Wizzago
I remember being a 150 pound FS and trying to tackle a 225 pound mountain RB we had on our team... I think I flew around 10 yards.



I was always too small to play organized football as a kid, but my senior year of high school, our entire class went on a prayer retreat for the weekend. On Sunday, the bus that was supposed to take us home was late, and so an impromptu football game broke out. The twist? It was TACKLE football despite the lack of pads and helmets, but we all agreed not to get TOO crazy with our hits and tackles, and the teachers just looked the other way.

Since some of the kids were on the football team, they were teaching the non-players plays from our playbook on the fly, and that meant a surprising amount of running plays for a pickup game. I was by far the smallest kid out there, so on defense I played CB and tried not to embarras myself. But on one play, the offense did a hurry-up snap and I was caught out of position right where the MLB would go. QB handed off to RB Tommy, who was not a football player but easily had 50 pounds and 6 inches on me. A hole opened up in the line, and he saw me -- and grinned.

I thought I was about to die.

I had juuust enough time to get low, open my arms, and meet him at the line of scrimmage. He tried to bowl me over, but going low gave me the leverage I needed to wrap him up around the belly and take him down. No gain

That was literally the only good play I made all game, and it had nothing to do with skill and everything to do with being caught out of position and then my self-preservation instincts kicking in. But dammit, I made that tackle, and nobody can take it away from me.

Originally posted by Novus
I was always too small to play organized football as a kid, but my senior year of high school, our entire class went on a prayer retreat for the weekend. On Sunday, the bus that was supposed to take us home was late, and so an impromptu football game broke out. The twist? It was TACKLE football despite the lack of pads and helmets, but we all agreed not to get TOO crazy with our hits and tackles, and the teachers just looked the other way.

Since some of the kids were on the football team, they were teaching the non-players plays from our playbook on the fly, and that meant a surprising amount of running plays for a pickup game. I was by far the smallest kid out there, so on defense I played CB and tried not to embarras myself. But on one play, the offense did a hurry-up snap and I was caught out of position right where the MLB would go. QB handed off to RB Tommy, who was not a football player but easily had 50 pounds and 6 inches on me. A hole opened up in the line, and he saw me -- and grinned.

I thought I was about to die.

I had juuust enough time to get low, open my arms, and meet him at the line of scrimmage. He tried to bowl me over, but going low gave me the leverage I needed to wrap him up around the belly and take him down. No gain

That was literally the only good play I made all game, and it had nothing to do with skill and everything to do with being caught out of position and then my self-preservation instincts kicking in. But dammit, I made that tackle, and nobody can take it away from me.



Rudy! Rudy! Rudy! Rudy!

Originally posted by Novus
I was always too small to play organized football as a kid, but my senior year of high school, our entire class went on a prayer retreat for the weekend. On Sunday, the bus that was supposed to take us home was late, and so an impromptu football game broke out. The twist? It was TACKLE football despite the lack of pads and helmets, but we all agreed not to get TOO crazy with our hits and tackles, and the teachers just looked the other way.

Since some of the kids were on the football team, they were teaching the non-players plays from our playbook on the fly, and that meant a surprising amount of running plays for a pickup game. I was by far the smallest kid out there, so on defense I played CB and tried not to embarras myself. But on one play, the offense did a hurry-up snap and I was caught out of position right where the MLB would go. QB handed off to RB Tommy, who was not a football player but easily had 50 pounds and 6 inches on me. A hole opened up in the line, and he saw me -- and grinned.

I thought I was about to die.

I had juuust enough time to get low, open my arms, and meet him at the line of scrimmage. He tried to bowl me over, but going low gave me the leverage I needed to wrap him up around the belly and take him down. No gain

That was literally the only good play I made all game, and it had nothing to do with skill and everything to do with being caught out of position and then my self-preservation instincts kicking in. But dammit, I made that tackle, and nobody can take it away from me.

I did the same... got as low as I could go... but Smitty not only outweighed me by 100 but he could get lower than me... while running at full speed. I found that out the hard way. I got obliterated. Kinda think what it would be like to try and tackle Earl Campbell as a high school kid. Dude was like... the team. Smitty left... Smitty right... Smitty up the middle. Then, once the other team started putting 14 in the box (if they could, they would've!) we'd occasionally chuck a pass over their heads and burn them for a biggie. Once Calvin (Smith) graduated, we stopped going to the playoffs for quite a while. BTW... if not bad enough he also played MLB.

I always dreamed of playing RB, but I was too slow. Freshman year they had me playing C/CB. First play of the year is on defense, and the opposing team sees a 5 foot nothing, hundred pound nothing CB. Naturally they throw a 65 yard TD right by me and I never played another down.


So I played the line the rest of my career, but even at my largest I was only ever 200 lbs. As far as I know I only ever went head to head with one D1 recruit, he was a 300 pounder headed to Bowling Green and damn was he fast.

First play I chopped him low and got him down, but he was back up so quick he got the sack before the 3-step quick slant could get out.
Second play, he ran through me and put me on my back like I wasn't even there and chased the quarterback down for another quick sack. I didn't get to play the rest of that game.

I don't think I ever pancaked anyone on Varsity, not at my size, but Coach loved running right up my ass because I was reliable. Even though I was undersized, and wasn't driving people back 5 years, I was an immovable object and I was quick enough to get to my spot and stand my ground. There was always a hole open behind me.

As far as I know only one player from our conference over those 4 years made it pro, and I got to tackle him once (and he got 4 TD carries on us). A fullback from Penn State who played 40 career NFL games. I was always a big fan.

These are fun stories

I played football for 11 years, stopping at age 20 when knees complained too much. I had decent size for a fullback and linebacker at 5ft10 and 215 lbs at the end but my coaches used to make fun of me and told me if I broke free on a run to turn around and run backwards as I was slow as %$#%$# with ball in my hand. Funny thing is I was great at chasing down a ball carrier. I needed a rabbit to go get. We didn't have high school football where I was so it was all community ball.

My favorite personal memory is a game we were getting shitkicked on a field that was dusty and shitty grass and a team we should have been beating up on. I was 16. We were losing something like 34 to 6 and I was pissed off. I was playing MIKE and I admit I completed guessed on the next play, sprinting through a hole at full speed. I hit the ballcarrier as he was taking the ball off and absolutely pulverized him, knocking him back several yards, quarterback hit the ground and ball went flying. The entire junior team of that organizing (18 to 23 year olds) was watching from the sideline and they went crazy, whooping and yelling and screaming. That was a proud moment but was just lucky. Without question my biggest hit of my playing days.

The best team memory was as a 14 year old. There was a Richmond team that obliterated every team in our league all regular season. They beat us 52 to 0 and we were a decent team. They went down to the USA and beat up 2 Washington high school teams. We matched up on them in the playoffs and we played out of our minds. We got up on them 13 to 7 at the half and all we could hear the entire halftime was their coach cussing and yelling from across the field and down a hill. Unfortunately they came back and beat us 16 to 13 but it was still an amazing day.

I have hundreds of these memories playing and coaching. Best coaching moment was an autistic boy on our team getting to carry to ball at the end of the game and had 4 carries and a touchdown. His parents were absolutely sobbing.

Can we return to the topic please?

Who cares about fixing the bloody SIM... This just in. Breaking news! The SIM isn't gonna change. You're welcome.

More Al Bundy stories needed.

Originally posted by Theo Wizzago


(rule) "After a safety, the team scored upon must put the ball in play by a free kick (punt, dropkick, or placekick) from its 20-yard line. An artificial or manufactured tee cannot be used."



A kickoff without a tee does not go further than a punt, which is why nfl teams always punt after a safety.

Originally posted by Theo Wizzago
Actually, unless they've changed it (and I don't remember them doing so), the safety'd team has a choice to either Punt OR Kick. Almost all choose punt because it's less likely to have a huge return than a kickoff does and, overall... IF you have a real good punter, the end yardage is pretty much the same. A kickoff goes farther but with much less hangtime... while a punt might be shorter but by the time it comes down into the returner's arms he's got a lot less open field to work with. So almost all coaches go for the punt. Plus a kicker doesn't get to use a tee so that probably also effects the decision.

(rule) "After a safety, the team scored upon must put the ball in play by a free kick (punt, dropkick, or placekick) from its 20-yard line. An artificial or manufactured tee cannot be used."



Huh? Everyone knows you are not allowed to kick off a tee after a safety. That's like taught in kindergarten

Originally posted by WiSeIVIaN
A kickoff without a tee does not go further than a punt, which is why nfl teams always punt after a safety.

For sure. Plus, they'd have to have somebody placehold for the kick like it was a field goal, because without a tee, the ball ain't gonna stand up by itself

Originally posted by Jeff Williams
Huh? Everyone knows you are not allowed to kick off a tee after a safety. That's like taught in kindergarten

Just quoting the NFL rule book, brother.

Originally posted by Theo Wizzago
I did the same... got as low as I could go... but Smitty not only outweighed me by 100 but he could get lower than me... while running at full speed. I found that out the hard way. I got obliterated. Kinda think what it would be like to try and tackle Earl Campbell as a high school kid. Dude was like... the team. Smitty left... Smitty right... Smitty up the middle. Then, once the other team started putting 14 in the box (if they could, they would've!) we'd occasionally chuck a pass over their heads and burn them for a biggie. Once Calvin (Smith) graduated, we stopped going to the playoffs for quite a while. BTW... if not bad enough he also played MLB.

Yeah, if Tommy had been an actual football player, I'd have been roadkill. But he didn't have the skill or knowledge to fully take advantage of his weight, and he didn't have the agility to run around me.