re: Relate your experience in your last ever high school game in any sport

I don't remember either high school or college. Too many head injuries. All I know is that I kept my jersey, which I wasn't really supposed to do, but everybody did. It's sitting in my closet right now on the shelf.

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I kept my jersey

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I kept my hs and college fb jerseys. Out of everything I lost in Katrina, those are the two things I miss most.

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In my experience when someone says this
9 times out of 10 they either weren't good enough or were an uncoacheable POS

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I'm the 1 out of 10.
I was average. Was a good contributor, maybe would've been a starter as a senior, and the easiest son of a bitch to deal with on this planet.

last football game watched from the sidelines as our offense tried unsuccessfully tried to mount a comeback in the 4-A state quarterfinals, last basketball game got eliminated from state playoffs in a close game, had 21 points, last swing of HS baseball I sent a ball over the right cf fence, lost the game, walked on at LSU, knew I was out of place, but when I walked away from that last practice field knowing it was all over was a tough day, gf and I got a cooler of beer and went and drank it on the levee, good times

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in high school? jesus

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we did that once or twice for baseball, not recommended

We lost at home in the first round of the playoffs and after the coach talk and cheerleader hugs I went and walked around the field reminiscing. I sat on the bench awhile and remember just smelling the grass, the sweat, and smoke from the bar b que at the concession stand. After awhile my dad who always waited outside the training room came and sat down with me and we talked about the game, my career and future. Walking up to the field house I noticed a photographer taking picture after picture, just of us. My dad who wasn't a man of means had traded a prized Canon lens to this professional photographer to shoot the game. At the time I loved the action photos he took, but now just a few years after my dads passing the only one I care about is of my dad with his arm around me this skinny beat up kid, who is now a man that gets melancholy at the memory of his high school football days and those special times with a special man.

I had a pretty long hitting streak from fall ball into my senior season in the spring. Last 5-6 games of the year I slid into a hitless slump. It was bad. Last AB, solid single up the middle. It was nice to go out on a positive note. Never played again. Skipped summer ball to move to BR. I was ready to move on from sports.

Playing against redemptorist in tennis.. Jumped to return a serve and tore my meniscus in my knee.