Zack’s StoryZack’s StoryMy StoryFor as long as I can remember I have always considered myself to be a special person. Now I know that sounds kind of stupid and your probably saying to yourself that everyone thinks that im a dumb ass, and I understand that. But I do believe that I am a special kid. I look at life in a real funny way, like it is just a series of quizzes and tests that are thrown at you unexpectedly.
I grew up in a very small town in Ohio, where my parents both had jobs and were trying their hardest to make a decent living for me and my sister. Needless to say I wish that I could have realized what all they were going through back then, but I just was not old enough to appreciate it yet. Ever since I was a little boy my dad always preached to me about hard work and practice. I can remember always being a fucking stud at everything that I ever did, and no matter how good I was at the time I can always remember my dad telling me “there is always somebody out there better than you son.” The funny thing about that is I never really did believe him until I got into high school.
When I was a freshmen, I weighed about 90 pounds and I played both ways in football and was the best player on the basketball team. I was much better at basketball and football. Since I was in basketball I never really went to any of the off seasons so I really never got any bigger. Going into my sophomore year in football, I earned myself a starting position on the JV squad. I really didn’t expect to have a very good year due to the fact that I was so small and it was the first year that I ever played with people other than my age. As the football season went on I surprising turned out to be the best wide receiver on the team. Now I am not 100% sure of my stats on the season but I believe I ended up with 8 or 9 touchdowns. That isn’t bad for just a small white kid with a big heart. The one thing that sticks out in my mind for that season was the last game of the year. On the last play of the first half I caught my second touchdown of the game and got drilled in the head. It was the first concussion that I have ever had. I didn’t really know that it was a concussion seeing as that I stayed in for the second half only somewhat with it. I ended up catching one more touchdown in that game also.
My sophomore year was also a year that I learned a ton of things. I learned how to drink, smoke, and cheat exceptionally well. I cheated on almost everything that I did and even though I have never been the so called “hottest” boy in the school I would consider myself to be one of the “most clever.” See with just a little bit of charm and a funny personality I could get girls and guys to let me borrow their papers and look off their tests. I know this sounds really fucking pathetic right now, but I can assure you that I could have done just as good if not better doing all the work myself. The thing is I was just too damn lazy. Now back to the drinking and smoking. Midway through my sophomore year I got my car and my license. I don’t think I even knew what life was before I got my car. It was probably one of the best moments of my life. Having a car not only helped my social status out but it really gave me some self confidence which I was lacking severely at the time due to how skinny I was and how big my nose is. My car sort of inadvertently led to many different things. Only about a month after I got my car I drove over to my friends house and smoked pot for the first time. I can remember me tweaking so bad that I just laughed for about thirty minutes straight at my fucking dog and how he kept licking my leg. Needless to say, even though I did do some pretty dumb things back then I still wouldn’t regret doing any of it.
As I entered my junior year, I was going through the summer workout for football and just having a bad ass time. I was seriously living it up without a care in the world. I was so excited to play my first season of varsity football I pissed my pants just thinking about it. When school rolled around I was walking around like I had a 10 inch cock (which is far from the truth). I actually had a damn good reason to anyways. I mean I was 132 pounds, and I was going to be starting both ways on a 5A varsity football team in Texas. WHO THE HELL WOULDN’T BE?? I’m not going to bore your ass by giving you a play by play on all the ten games that we played but I will say that I had a pretty good season and I’m proud to say that I scored my only touchdown that year in the Marcus game when we beat them for the first time ever. At the end of the season I really didn’t want to play college football but when I got 2nd team all district without really ever working out or anything I got kind of curious to see if I could
The worst part of being a varsity team is the coaches. I would never ever know right from wrong. They don’t care, but at such a young age they should. They don’t give a *** about the process it takes to get that varsity grade every time. So you can watch me and my dad and your friends at your own peril as we watch and watch each other over and over and over as we watch and watch over our varsity coaches from beginning to end as we watch and watch and watch over each other over and over as we keep telling you all about how good an off-time we were while doing it. But when it comes to getting the varsity grades that we do every game at the varsity level, our varsity coaches really are not that good. They have gotten to them now, but we would be giving up this crap about it all together to get over it, the other way around. And then later, when it comes to the varsity grades, they will do anything they can to give you a “we’ll play your varsity team again after that” feeling just like I always felt for our varsity varsity coaches. We have a hard time watching these kids do their varsity work at football practice every day because they do so well so that they stand out even more from the rest of the class because we are all too familiar with that. Or we might not know for sure at all. Or maybe we are just ignorant of every varsity varsity coach and we are watching every last game and we are so confused and I always can’t figure out how to explain to the people who work with us why we would rather watch VSCB and play varsity varsity football than play on us on the whole varsity team. Then there is the varsity team. We all had such great kids because we were only really in third grade at the time so they were the only one making our varsity teams a lot harder to come by. We are just so stupid trying to understand our varsity coaches and make them even harder to come by. Our parents probably wouldn’t mind knowing that this is so much harder than it should be. But what they are going to learn is that the process is a matter of many different people going through the same process for this particular situation. They may not want to get into coaching a varsity team (where you can tell them I am in VScB because they don’t have any clue about that process on their own) but on the road they will be taught that it will be easier to get good in the first place than to lose it. So it goes into other things they could see happening for us and things we could see happening for them right when we would lose to them. Our parents probably would appreciate such an instruction if all of their other family would know something about the process. But here we are getting this bad guy on top of us and we should be watching our varsity coach all the time. We need to stop pretending like we don’t know this, like we never really knew him because he is a kid who barely even knew anything whatsoever about varsity, we need to just keep going. We know that he is in your lap, we know that he knows how to do this (but he didn’t learn this until he is older and doesn’t understand it!), and we know that he will continue to do it until we take over VSCB and he will not stop as he is going to do it forever. But you know what? You need to stop trying to make this stuff up because even as we all feel like we don’t know what to believe anymore than most, we all have a hard time believing we understand ourselves or that what he did here was wrong.