Player tackles his own teammate!

[McSmashie]

I smell a first rounder for the Jokeland Raiders right here!

http://deadspin.com/5394674/

[Alastor]

To be fair, why the Hell would they both be wearing maroon tops?

PS: That was going for a TD too. Haha!

[McSmashie]

To be fair, why the Hell would they both be wearing maroon tops?

PS: That was going for a TD too. Haha!

You would think the guy remembered that his team was receiving and not kicking though......wouldnt you??

[Alastor]

You would think the guy remembered that his team was receiving and not kicking though......wouldnt you??

You'd think so, but have you seen the IQ of some of our pro athletes lately? This isn't rocket-science.

Also, I played football and I loved every second of it. When I got on the field I became a different person. I'm a very gentle, kind, forgiving person by nature (although my speech seems brash sometimes).

Put me on a football field though, and you're lucky there weren't any sharp objects nearby. I weighed 115 when I played as a linebacker in high school.

I absolutely POUNDED people - including myself. I was ultimately benched because the coach was afraid (rightly so) that I was going to get hurt very badly due to the glee with which I plowed into people, my lack of fear (common sense is another word for fear), and the force with which I was willing to ram my tiny body into that of someone the size of a small vehicle.

It was sheer adrenaline.

I'm certain I'm not the only person here that experienced that.

When we get caught in the moment, especially if we're not very smart, it's easy to lose our bearings.

I loved football because when I was on that field, I felt more sensory input into my brain than at any other time. It was an adrenaline high from Hell. The only time I've felt that way before or since was when I was in the military, and I assure you it was not a pleasant experience.

It's all-encompassing, or was to me at least. My mind was in that moment, that step, that breath, that play. I can very easily see how someone that's tired, or simply easily confused, could very much forget which team they were on, especially given the colors of the jerseys.



In combat, uniforms weren't originally invented to create camouflage. They were originally invented and intentionally made different colors so that members of the same army wouldn't shoot/stab each other. That's why they were bright and that's why they stood out. That's also why uniforms in historical battles never matched each other.

In those moments, it's easy to forget where one is.

[karnage]

LOL...the uni's were different enough...that guy just lost his mind....

[*Atwater*]

I smell a first rounder for the Jokeland Raiders right here!

http://deadspin.com/5394674/

Some were in Chokeland Al Davis is getting out his stopwatch and timing this
guys 40 time.

[ebsoria]

You'd think so, but have you seen the IQ of some of our pro athletes lately? This isn't rocket-science.

Also, I played football and I loved every second of it. When I got on the field I became a different person. I'm a very gentle, kind, forgiving person by nature (although my speech seems brash sometimes).

Put me on a football field though, and you're lucky there weren't any sharp objects nearby. I weighed 115 when I played as a linebacker in high school.

I absolutely POUNDED people - including myself. I was ultimately benched because the coach was afraid (rightly so) that I was going to get hurt very badly due to the glee with which I plowed into people, my lack of fear (common sense is another word for fear), and the force with which I was willing to ram my tiny body into that of someone the size of a small vehicle.

It was sheer adrenaline.

I'm certain I'm not the only person here that experienced that.

When we get caught in the moment, especially if we're not very smart, it's easy to lose our bearings.

I loved football because when I was on that field, I felt more sensory input into my brain than at any other time. It was an adrenaline high from Hell. The only time I've felt that way before or since was when I was in the military, and I assure you it was not a pleasant experience.

It's all-encompassing, or was to me at least. My mind was in that moment, that step, that breath, that play. I can very easily see how someone that's tired, or simply easily confused, could very much forget which team they were on, especially given the colors of the jerseys.



In combat, uniforms weren't originally invented to create camouflage. They were originally invented and intentionally made different colors so that members of the same army wouldn't shoot/stab each other. That's why they were bright and that's why they stood out. That's also why uniforms in historical battles never matched each other.

In those moments, it's easy to forget where one is.

I know what you mean Alastor. I loved it when I hit someone so hard that I saw stars. My coaches were like- "He's gonna hurt someon... FUMBLE!!!!!"

I was always a small DE, but I had fun.