I've told it before, numerous times, but fuck it, it's been awhile.
My sophomore and junior years, we played G-Ball in Galveston. The police escort would pick us up at the Causeway and bring us to the barbed-wire protected stadium. Each year, we were GBall's homecoming. You walk off the bus and angry fans are throwing food and drink at us, 2 hours before the game, and they're taunting us with "little ass whiteboys!!" and "dirty ass mexicans!" as we scrambled for the locker room.
Just before kickoff, regrouped in the shitty locker room underneath the north end zone bleachers, we're getting the pep talk from the HC when the ceiling starts dropping paint and dust as the whole building shakes. "Oooo, Ahhh, G-Ball High! ... Ussay Aussay, the G-Ball Posse!! <boom boom bah, boom boom bah> G-Balllllllllllll, Hey Hey, G-Ball Hiiiiiiiiiiigh!!!>" I'm 15 and these guys have had 7 points scored on them in 6 games and they're ranked #4 in the fucking state. It was somewhat intimidating.
We come running out of the tunnel, then get blocked by the band. Immediately nachos and cokes are raining down on us. They didn't chalk the field. They painted it. You get tackled on the lines or a hash and skin is getting torn off. Like landing on concrete. I caught a pass in the flats and some All State dumbass who couldn't score 700 on the SAT named Rodney Artmore hit me like a fucking bus.
We scored 3 points in two seasons against them on their turf.
My senior year, our coach brilliantly decides that they'll be our homecoming game. While I was having a good game individually and likely getting concussed by Cephus Scott (KSU) on passes over the middle, we as a team are getting absolutely pummeled. Their defensive line is mowing through our OL like a hot knife through butter.
At some point in the second half, a commotion is going on in the sugar huddle. I walk over from the outside and think "what in the fuck is going on?"
The center, a good friend of mine but also a pussy, is crying/bawling inside his helmet. Truly red-faced and crying. The other guys are talking shit to him about getting it together. "You guys don't understand!! This guy is a fucking animal. He's beating the shit out of me!! It's like being in a goddamned street fight!"
I walk off. "Christ."
The literal next play, the DT grabs our center and hurls him into our QB while the QB is dropping back and is sacked by his center.
I laughed inside as I was also embarrassed.
The DT for G-Ball? A freshman or sophomore Casey Hampton.