. . . I look at the guys I still know that I played with in high school and I can't think of a single one of us that doesn't have some lingering reminder of playing high school ball . . .
When I was in high school, during gym class one of the football coaches came over and asked me to try out for football. When I declined, he got in my face and TOLD me that I WAS going to be there SATURDAY for tryouts - and DID I HEAR HIM?!?!
I told him I heard him. But of course, I didn't show up - besides having a paying job after school and on weekends, I was getting tired of being told what to do all the time, and didn't want some coach screaming orders in my ear after school and on weekends . . . for no pay. (I knew I was a poor prospect for an athletic scholarship to college.)
Monday rolls around, the coach comes to my gym class and starts bellowing at me. We exchanged a few words, and he told me - in front of the whole class - 'YOU'RE NOT MAN ENOUGH TO BE ON MY TEAM!" I agreed, and told him I WAS man enough to say NO to him - and make it stick. Which counted for a lot more. Much laughter from the class. Coach stomped off cursing. Guys told me it looked like the coach wanted to slug me - and I told them I wish he had; not because I could take him in a fight at that time, but because then in addition to a new car, the cash settlement would have paid for college and grad school.
Oh, and the few guys who DID play football that I've kept in touch with DO have some lingering effects - knee arthritis, back problems and such.