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When I was a senior in HS back in the fall of '77, our team was taking it to our opponent. On one play we had a wicked pass rush, the QB saw us coming and fired the ball right up the middle of the field hoping to connect with his receiver.
The umpire must have been looking away because he never saw anything. He took the hardest pass I've ever seen right in the johnson. When he went down he looked like a pine tree going down in the forest. He spent the rest of the game on our bench with an ice pack on his crotch. Lesson: a cup, steel toed Spotbilts and a swivel for a neck.
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