Coaching used to really matter. The best coaches won. We used to have big wars. When they happened every man fought. Those with the smartest generals won. Not always the most ethical; but the smartest. Grant. Terrible person. Average IQ. But he got it. He had lots more men & material. He attacked the south’s civilian population. Starve them out. Overwhelmed them. Lee was by far the best coach. But ran out of men. Ran out of food. Grant won. Football imitated war. It was brutal because all men knew they’d have to goto war. Even the kings used to goto war. No hiding from responsibility. I come from military family. Knights. All that. We’ve been in wars since there’s been recorded wars. I was bred for war. Molded for war. My whole childhood I was training. How to win a war. How to survive. You couldn’t blame the men. They’d all fought & had to kill. So they molded me. I’m perfectly suited for war. Football was a lot like war. It’s dangerous where I live. On a mountain deep in the woods. I just got up & killed a large centipede. I killed a deadly snake in my room a few months ago. I grew up in these mountains. Back to the story. You could die in football. Brutal. But we’re more civilized now. Oh my family still goes to war. We are bread for it. But most of you don’t. So football has changed. We real men laugh at it. Basketball on grass. It was still brutal when I played. Now I see players take themselves out of games for minor injuries. Not very tough today. That’s OK. War is hell. I’m glad the sport is soft now. I hated playing. Every game I’d leave at least one person crumpled on the ground. I’d knock people out. Break their body parts. I was a wrecking ball. They called that 3 yards & a cloud of dust. It’s more civilized now. That’s good. But older guys say where’s the defense? Defense? We changed the rules so there is no defense. It’s all offense. I tell you something that makes me mad. I would have been a great mobile quarterback. Perfectly suited for it. But coaches would get mad. I wouldn’t stay in the pocket. The play would break down & id go running down the field. Spinning or jumping over half the defense. Plowing thru the other half. Touchdown. Then they’d make me the fullback. Put me on defense too. I’d say I want to play secondary. Had the speed & skill. Nope. Defensive line. Go sack the QB. So I’d knock the QBs out of the game. They can’t do that now. You must gently pick up the QB. Gently lay him on the grass like he’s a baby. I love it. Much safer. But not tough. So it’s hard for us tough guys to watch modern football. We see QBs that cant recognize the D. Can’t alter to the right plays. Can’t throw consistent accurate passes. I used to take my kids to a lot of games. Once I started talking to a dad. They had a target set up. Kids & adults had lined up. Throw at the target. Most had left. We’d went back. His son was mad. I & my kids were wearing him out. Like him we didn’t set still. We’d roll out & throw. I took it up a notch when my kids laughed at my old butt. We dropped back farther & farther. Then I smoked it. They laughed at my power. So I dropped back 40 yards & started rifling them. I did a full sprint & cannoned it. Right thru the target. Everyone was impressed. Then my next pass was slightly off because I’m old & nearly broke the thing. My kids laughed. Dad never missed. So I got angry. Ran like a sprinter. Unleashed a rocket. Hit the target. Missed. Flew off and hit some poor person in the head. They were OK. But time to leave. I get competitive. Well. That’s why you throw at nets. Some of us throw hard. I used to break fingers. Leave little crosses on your body when you didn’t catch it. If you whined I’d say then catch the ball. If you whined about me dislocating your fingers I’d say catch it right. One receiver used to complain. Throw him the ball. Then catch it. Knew the coach. Coach said throw him the ball. So I’d hit him in the head with the ball. Soon he told the coach he wanted to play secondary. Exactly. Don’t waste my throws. I liked that year. That was the only coach to let me play QB full time. Undefeated. Well everyone plays O like that now. Only no D. Man I would have never been stopped. They can’t hit you. Can’t cover your wide receivers. Easy. I would have been kicked out of every game. On defense I made sure the QBs never got a completion. They’d snap the ball & that QB had better be sprinting the other way. He’d better throw that ball away. I’d be polite if he did. Otherwise Hulk Smash. I need a part two. This has turned into an old man rambling.