I always wanted to argue with my coach when he made the lineman run laps around the track during off season. I mean, the farthest I ever ran was two feet to hit the lineman in front of me. I knew better than to argue, but that didn’t keep me from muttering. What really made the runs tough, is coach strapped a rope on our shoulders and made us drag a tire behind us while we ran. “Just one lap,” he’d say, “you can do it Wilson,” then he’d blow that blasted whistle of his and we’d start.
I was no speed demon. Believe me, if the team was counting on me to chase someone down and tackle him, they’re were in trouble. I never could run fast, just long and hard in the same spot. I don’t think coach was trying to make me into a track star, I’m sure the exercise was designed to build our strength and endurance, and I suppose it did. By mid season, when other players got injured, I’d have to play offense, defense and special teams. Some games I never stepped off the field.