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i know it wasn't a true clothesline tackle, but the hit to the neck go me remembering playing football in grade school.

i don't want this to sound like a walking up hill both ways to school story, but i remember growing up with a very violent game of football every damn day. we literally played tackle on blacktop. someone would get scuffed up and bleed nearly every play. there was nothing better than clotheslining your best friend and watching him roll around on the ground and call you a dickweed for breaking out the clothesline.

one of my best missed tackles of all time was this. we were playing in a serious downpour in a field by a church near one of my buddies houses. you couldn't cut at all it was so wet but we were out there playing all the same. probably the best way for little kids to tackle on that day was the sliding tackle and then just wipe out there legs. it seemed like you could slide for a good 10 or 15 feet no problem with the slop. anyways my boy turned the corner and should have been gone. my only chance at taking him out was to go full blast, but in the slop one little juke and i would be on my ass. so i went at him full bore and pulled up late and went for the sliding tackle. i whiffed and slid right past him and right through a church window (not a stained glass one fortunately) and slid all the way through into the basement bringing a bunch of mud, grass, glass, and my ass with me.

it was so fucking cool. anyways there was no one at the church so i went upstairs and let myself out. it was still raining and the church basement was going to get fucked up if we didn't tell someone about it so i narced on myself and it all got worked out in the end.

sure there is no place for hits like that coming from finely tuned professional athletes, but man coming from scrawny little kids there is nothing better.
 
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