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7 minutes ago, billfromlaketravis said:

Terry (not Ty) Webb is the Texas State DT transfer that Texas is interested in. 850 snaps in 2 years of Texas State. More of a pass rush interior guy than a run stopper. 6’3” 315. 2 years of eligibility. Graduated from Ball High.

"Webb signed with Texas State after spending two seasons at Kilgore College in Texas. As a Bobcat, Webb recorded 39 tackles with 3.5 sacks and a pass deflection. He was Texas State's fourth-highest-graded defender last season according to Pro Football Focus with a season-grade of 79.0. He graded above 75.0 in two categories in 2024: run defense and pass rush.

Breaking down his strengths further, Webb made 12 tackles last season, missing just two tackles. As a pass rusher, Webb created 20 pressures with 14 quarterback hurries. His 79.7 pass rush grade was the second-highest among Texas State defenders that saw consistent play time."

https://sports.yahoo.com/texas-state-dl-terry-webb-230007319.html?guccounter=1&guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvbS8&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAADDBRLU1IZABbSH9uzxFUHqUfE2gJBkBOzqMWugRCTDdHmHMpKemxAY9geJx54PmFgbbDLv-xz5U1k7kZB-J6zm1cbLjLBjFcohOrXftQd23-ahwcXUW9CrY1FnjiRFQ8EOs0Vyzs7ey1bz961eaJsSWUb8WmtO_xB0ElzhOGkkC

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20 minutes ago, closetojumping said:

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.

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3 hours ago, closetojumping said:

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.

I laughed my ass off to this. When I played Pop Warner football growing up in East Austin we thought we were badasses, and to some extent some of us, not me, were. 

However every year we’d go down and play the lower East Austin perrenial champions, the Hornets. These guys were insane. The size and speed was just scary as shit.

I remember one year looking over to our sideline when we were getting pummeled, and the coach was trying to get some of our players to go in to the game, and these kids were having none of it. Black, white, Hispanic, didn’t matter. These guys were glued to the sideline for half the game. The rest of us had to play both ways and got lit up at least a dozen times. The Hornets were Austin legends. 

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2 hours ago, closetojumping said:

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.

My favorite decorative touch in that locker room were the bullets holes in those high windows.

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3 hours ago, Huckleberry said:

And Gerry doesn't love him enough. It's impossible to love him enough. Casey Hampton was the best player in the country his senior year and possibly his junior year. Most underapppreciated Longhorn of all time. 

AND legitimately a friendly kind dude that was happy to chat with anyone.

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