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For the re playing catch and hurdling touard on offense and nose tackle on defense Not only was he the biggest player on our tea then his size was his speed I was no slow poke and he could stay with me in the forty After one of our races he inforet it, I' duive you a three second head start"

"You'll never catch et you or I can't run anyed

"Deal," I answered

I learned the ht trained We started at the front of Fernwood After fifty yards I looked overI was lolled into a false sense of security, I never seen hiht taking the turn at the rear of the graveyard I looked over ain Pow, he nailed h my skull Count called it a rock headache It probably was a concussion Whatever it was, it wouldn't be ured," Count cried as I held my head in my hands "You're panty-waist wide outas the wind bloards the sidelines"

After the season started, I realized he was easy onhow hard he hit people I'm amazed no one died When I asked our coach why he winced when Count clobbered someone, he said: "I hope it doesn't hurt as bad as it looks" Count wasted people with a s a word of encourageot mean when someone called him Cunt There was one on every team - the world will never be in short supply of idiots

Once, while playing defensive back, I was in on a tackle when the running back called him Cunt "I'll show you who's a Cunt," Count snapped The next play he broke the kid's leg

I'lad I never pissed off Count I knew there was one na down Main Street when I asked if she ever saw Count get mean