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One final thing before you leave the locker room. I know you've been smelling my pads. They've been in your hands. Your sweat's on them now, and mine on you. We've shared something, Something holy. A bond. You're mine now. You just don't know it yet. You'll be back to wear my pads tomorrow. You know it. You can't fight it. You're going to love the feeling of gear.

Look at you, trapped in gear after trying it on. All you had to do was take off the gear and resist giving into the temptation. You failed, and now you're just another sweaty football player in their gear. Hahaha, enjoy being geared and worshipping football forever.

Call of the Line

I’m looking at you right now, and for the first time in this entire conversation, you aren't lying to yourself.

You say you’re going to become just like me like it’s a death sentence. Brother, it is a gift. You’re terrified because you know the truth: you don’t just love this game. You are consumed by it. The obsession is already in your blood, and you’ve been fighting it because you know exactly what it demands of you. It demands everything. You just admitted you want this too. So let go and give it up.

Stop fighting who you are. Stop pretending you belong anywhere else but in the dirt, in the noise, moving grown men against their will so we can win. Give your body to the game, give your mind to this team, and let the obsession take over. We are going to build a wall on that line of scrimmage. We are going to break the will of every man across from us. And we are going to make them remember our names.

Welcome to the deep end, brother. I'll see you in the weight room at 5 AM. Don't be late. This is the start of every day of the rest of your life.

I saw that you like eyesheild 21, it surprised me to see it suddenly, but like it makes sense 😅 we must have similar interests , I recently discovered that anime for my self , I'm like 12 eps in

I.. like football too, that includes soccer , I've always wanted to play, you could say it was a dream of mine, you can imagine how I got to, this side of the internet many years ago, pleasuring myself into becoming a jock? Absolutely

Now I mostly just look at media relating to football, mostly that anime, and pictures of players, I've never actually watched football.just never felt the need to, plus I don't support any team , what criteria do you go through to choose a team to support 😅

I had no idea the tumblr inbox exists, so many apologies for the very delayed response.

If you're looking for a team to support and you're located in the US, I'd look for a local arena or semipro team to support. The tickets to go to the games are usually cheap ~10$ so you can go to every game live, the atmosphere is way more laid back than NCAA/NFL games, and the guys playing could really use your support. And if you have interest in playing, some semipro teams will train guys up to play who've never played, but they'd expect you to have a basic fitness base before trying out.

Most midsize cities will have at least one team, but they are harder to find because usually their social media presence sucks. It's usually some random facebook or instagram page that has the game details. You can also find them by searching google for local semipro and arena leagues vs specific teams, and then finding the teams through the league site.

Other than that, I generally try to follow teams I have a connection to, so I guess I follow players more than the teams themselves. For instance, several guys I went to college with played for the 49ers and the Bills, so I follow both of those teams loosely.

any advice for getting more comfortable sleeping in a helmet I can sleep in my pads and gloves and pants but the helmet still feels awkward at times even though I really want to sleep in my helmet

I would actually avoid sleeping in a helmet. The chinstrap and mouth guard can prevent you from breathing through your mouth, which can be dangerous, especially with sleep apnea. I keep a helmet next to my bed for easy access instead. I'll wear it before sleep or after waking up, but I try to avoid sleeping in it.

Sometimes I can't help myself and I do end up sleeping in it anyways. For that, I use a flatter pillow or no pillow so that my head can stay more neutral. Or I'll build a pile to sleep at an incline instead of flat. And make sure you can still easily breath through your mouth with the chinstrap/mouth guard, or loosen/remove those items from the helmet until you can. I don't think side sleeping while being comfortable is possible in a helmet.

Be careful with the shoulder pads too, especially if you're regularly sleeping in them. Make sure they don't put pressure on your neck when you sleep on your side. That includes making sure you can't roll into a position when they'd pinch or put weird pressure on your neck. It's unlikely, but you can accidentally block your carotid artery while sleeping and give yourself a watershed stroke.

I am a regular shoulder pad sleeper, but I fully admit it is not a good practice. Keeping them with you in bed or near bed can show the same dedication as wearing them. There's also some non-contact/practice shoulder pads without the hard shell and collar that can put the pressure on your neck, but they definitely don't have the same sensory experience as regular shoulder pads.

It was a close game. I'm usually pretty good at not shit talking in the trenches, but Francesco and I had a rivalry that got the best of me. It was stupid stuff too, but he'd won last year and was really rubbing it in.

"Offensive tackle? They should call you an offensive tickle." He yelled at me as a failed to defend our runner from him. Like I said, stupid stuff. Should be easy to ignore.

I pancaked him with pride the next play. "this tickle got you pancaked under me." I said while on top of him. We locked eyes for a second. I quickly got off of him realizing how weird what I just said sounded coming out of my mouth. I heard the ref yell first down behind me.

The next play was short, but we were both fighting each other hard. I wasn't going to give up the pocket. The ref blew the whistle and we disengaged. I felt him tap the back of my shoulder pads, and he hissed into my helmet "if I got you pancaked, I'd do a lot more than tickle you." I walked back to the huddle without responding. My brain couldn't process whether that was shit talking or flirting. I don't think he could tell either.

We had no exchanges for the next few plays. I blocked him. He pushed back. I can't handle flirting in a bar, let alone whatever the duck this is on a field where my sole goal and purpose is to block everything he throws at me. I opted to communicate with my muscles rather than my words. We scored.

Defense took the field. I had some time to cool off. I kept feeling like he was watching me from the other sideline. We both took turns looking at each other, barely paying attention to our own teammates on the field.

4th quarter, enough time for one final drive rolled around. My team was down by five points. One touchdown wins the game. Francesco and I are locked in combat again. First down. He knocks me to the ground, hard. Luckily, our quarterback launches the ball before he can get close to sacking him. On the way back to his side. He helps me up unexpectedly, and then he broke our silence. "I want to fuck you. You want to fuck me." I licked my lip. He continued, "after the game..." The guard next to me, Zach, pulled me away.

"what was he saying bro?" He asked as we walked to the huddle.

"doesn't matter. He's just messing with me."

"don't let him get to you."

2nd down. 7 to goal. The ball snaps. Francesco tries rushing to my side, but I give him a good lineman punch and force him to stumble. I've found my confidence back. "I get to top when we win."

He grins at me and responds "Deal."

3rd down. 7 to goal. We line up. Francesco taunts by saying "I'm gonna make your tackle my bitch." Loud enough so that Zach and his tackle can hear. Zach and I broke from the play and flattened his cocky ass to the ground. But the distraction cost us the rush.

"I got your back bro." Zach said to me. Coach pulled him from the field in anger and replaced him with the backup guard.

4th down. 7 to goal. A field goal won't cut it. We have to score the touchdown to win. We line up. Francesco taunts again, but a little softer to avoid drawing the wrath of another team member. "Ready to be mine?"

"Ready to be under me again?". I sat into my stance and got ready to flatten him again. The ball snapped. I get a good punch and shove into his chest plate of his shoulder pads hard. I'm definitely the stronger of the two of us. But I'm off by just a little bit. Francesco stumbles from the impact, but successfully pushes past me. My running back is nowhere near us. The quarterback is completely naked, and Francesco violently sacks him to the ground.

Francesco's team and the crowd erupt in celebration from the win. Losing sucks. Losing because you personally let a sack slip through is embarrassing. Francesco threw his hands up in celebration, and he whipped around and locked his eyes on me. I walked to shrink into a corner and vanish.

Once the initial celebration died down, and the players started the post game chatting on the sideline, I approached Francesco and shook his hand. He pulled me in for a hug instead, and whispered in my ear so those surrounding us couldn't hear. "I want to fuck you in you full uniform tonight." It sucked losing, but that sent a shiver down my spine and tingle in my pants.

"yessir" I said back. A deal is a deal.

He hugged me again and said loud enough for the people around us. "You're my favorite rival. I can't wait to play you again"

Later that night, I reported to his hotel room as ordered, in my uniform. A deal is a deal.

Football carries a high risk of injury. Every play in the trenches is basically putting your body through a car accident. Your body is covered in bruises, and I even have a gnarly scar from taking a cleat to the arm. Playing football is an objectively bad idea.

But every time I gear up and step out into the field, I know it's where I belong. I know it's my purpose. Wearing the pads and slamming other men into the ground fills me with ecstasy. Your share a bond with your teammates that is different from normal friendship, but distinctly comforting. I can't stop myself from playing, not would I be capable of wanting to stop.

My body and soul belong to the sport, and I'll do anything to keep gearing up. And when I can't play any longer, I'll dedicate myself to helping the guys who are playing.

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I know your secret, Ken. I know you have a cannon for a leg, and I won’t let you keep such an asset from me just because you don’t appreciate real football. You thought you’d given up your fake “football” for good once you came here, a school with no soccer team. You thought your studies at a good engineering department were more important. But the thing is, American football—the real football—is our religion here at Jefferson. It’s the lifeblood of the whole city. And now I’ve got a gaping hole in our roster at kicker, with only two weeks before our first game. So you need to dedicate that leg of yours to the team. You need to dedicate your whole body, and all your time to the team. Keep watching this spiral. Learn to love obeying my every command. Learn to love wearing the team uniform. The pads. The helmet. The maroon and white. Obey Coach. Join the Team. Football is life.

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