playing football without my parents knowing

Rwy'n gobeithio y byddwn yn gweithio'n fawr iawn, ond rwy'n gobeithio y byddwn yn gweithio'n fawr iawn. Rwy'n gobeithio y byddwn yn gweithio'n fawr iawn, ond rwy'n gobeithio y byddwn yn gweithio'n fawr iawn. Rwy'n gobeithio y byddwn yn gweithio'n fawr iawn, ond rwy'n gobeithio y byddwn yn gweithio'n fawr iawn. Rwy'n gobeithio y byddwn yn gweithio'n fawr iawn. Rwy'n gobeithio y byddwn yn gweithio'n fawr iawn, ond rwy'n gobeithio y byddwn yn gweithio'n fawr iawn. Helo bawb, mae'n Dydd Mawr, 2023. Dyma fy ngwlad cyntaf. Helo bawb, mae'n Dydd Mawr, 2023. Dyma fy ngwlad cyntaf. Dyma fy ngwlad cyntaf. Helo bawb, mae'n Dydd Mawr, 2023. Dyma fy ngwlad cyntaf. Dyma fy ngwlad cyntaf. Helo bawb, mae'n Dydd Mawr, 2023. Dyma fy ngwlad cyntaf. Helo bawb, mae'n Dydd Mawr, 2023. Dyma fy ngwlad cyntaf. Helo bawb, mae'n Dydd Mawr, 2023. Dyma fy ngwlad cyntaf. Helo bawb, mae'n Dydd Mawr, 2023. Dyma fy ngwlad cyntaf. It's a true story. I played at Beaver Local High School in 1991. And it was a fun time. It was a good memory. And the story is, you make the right call for the love of the game. Being born into a religion that does not allow you to play football is not a good thing. But it's me, my brothers and sisters who were not allowed to celebrate birthdays, Christmas, Halloween, play musical instruments. We were basically not allowed to do anything related to any extracurricular activities in school. We loved playing backyard football. We'd play all the time, three times a week. We wrestled. We were good kids. It was my sophomore year in high school. It was rather small then, about 5'10". Not really my potential. It was real hot that year. I remember we had a real hot summer that year. It was just ridiculous. I went through the practices. One kid passed out. But your parents had to be on premises to sign papers. It was fun, but I'd drop out. I had one of my best friends, Steve Pascoe. He was a good dude. He helped me out quite a bit my junior year. I hit the gym and got pretty big. I got about 6'1", about 225. I was going to practice. I never really knew the playbooks. He helped me with that. He was a great big help. But your parents, that was the first year ever. If you were local, you didn't have to have your parents on site to sign the papers. So I forged the papers and I played ball. It was a good time. My parents never knew I played. I remember we had a small squad. I think it was like 24. But 6 out of the 10 teams to be playing went to the playoffs. That was a tough schedule that year. The quarterback couldn't throw worth a shit. Sorry, Johnny. As a matter of fact, we only needed 7 points to be in the playoffs, so we missed it. We lost a game. I think it was in the South, maybe. It was a good year. I remember having bruises all over my body. My mom asked me, where did all the bruises come from? I said, I fell down the stairs, and nothing was said. My little brother, he had spina bifida, so we'd always pass the football. He was a good kid. He could actually throw a football on his knees 55 yards, which he had incredible arm, better than mine. But he had spina bifida. He didn't have the legs. He always dreamed of playing and never could. I felt bad, though, because I was kind of going against my parents' intuition and their love for that religion that we were in. The team members I played were really good football players. They showed me from beginning to end and helped me quite a bit. I can remember playing West Branch that first game, and I just got destroyed. I got owned. I didn't know what I was doing. I was fighting after the running back ran by me, and it was horrible, watching the videos. But I was advancing pretty quickly. I got better and better. Then I had to go to church, and I was living a double life, which wasn't good either. That just goes to show you how religion can be detrimental, really. No one can take the place between you and your God or what you believe in. Practice was brutal. I can remember we had a briar patch set up, and it was two on one. I went into it one time and told myself I'd never get in that briar patch again, which I never did. It never got me. I'd dig for the fishing horn if I had to. I didn't care. I remember there was a six-foot play. He was a big boy. He was about six foot, 265. I think he broke the deadlifting record there. He did a counter play, hit me. I was waiting for the fullback to tackle him, a second team defense. He hit me from the side, and I flew for like 15 yards. I got pretty pissed. I kind of lost. It went black. I told him to run the play again. This time I hit Albert with everything I had. I hit Gary, and I hit Randy. I made the tackle. I was really pissed. I told him to run the play again. The coach ran the play again, and I slopped it again. I can remember. That was great. That's when I knew I was coming into my own, so to speak. Then it's like that whole season was rough. I remember William Parkey went to the stadium. It was like a college stadium. It looked like 90 kids on their sideline and 24 of us farm kids. That was a tough game. I can remember Big Al running up somebody over the goal line and toward touchdown. Randy, like the last seven seconds, kicked 32 up field goal. They were state ranked. We were a team to be reckoned with. Not a passing team, but more of a running team. I just basically wanted to play football, and we were never allowed to do anything. It was a great decision. It was my first time to be independent in the breakout. A lot of times I used instinct more than the football. It was a good time. Well, my little brother, Jimmy, he's the one that's fine with this, but I decided to take my mom and dad to a football game. The quarterback was falling back. There's the ball. I didn't even know what I did. I caught the ball. I looked down. I couldn't believe I had the ball. I could have ran for a touchdown, but I paused. That's just enough for them to tackle me, but then they announced my name over the intercom. Then that's when mom and dad knew I played ball. Dad met me at the locker room, told me I had to quit. I said I wouldn't. I'd move in with my buddy, Steve. We already kind of made that predetermined because I wasn't going to quit once I started. I enjoyed it. It was a great time. It was nice to be part of the world again. Our religion always didn't let us really associate with anybody outside of that religion. It was a control. It really was a cult. It's definitely a cult style, but it was definitely cult-like. It was a good year, basically. I got to play a little bit in varsity. My last game, it was a pretty good game. It was a tough Oakland, getting double teamed everywhere. I think they were running a wishbone, so it was hard to see where the ball was. I made a couple of great key tackles, held my own, and there was a big difference between my first game and last game. It was an incredible learning experience. My senior year, it was rough because, of course, I love bodybuilding too, but I lost quite a lot of weight. I really wanted to be a linebacker, but they put me back on the line. I wanted to play defense, but for some reason the coach put me on offensive quick tackle. He said if I didn't play offensive quick tackle, I wasn't playing at all. I wanted to play defense. I just wanted to get where the ball was. That was my art, was defense. That was kind of a different year too because I was having conflictions between that and my religion. Dude, turn your fucking thing off. Finally, I think one of the guys playing nose tackle went down and he sucked me in. It was against Wellsville. The quarterback was really fast. Chased him down. He thought he could outrun me. I was like 30, 35 yards off. He was on five yard line. That was a big play. We ended up winning that game. I think that's the first time I played Ironman, special teams. That was exhausting at the end of the game. Pulled my groin. My coach, he played in the Canadian Football League. He didn't care if you were hurt or not. He asked me how I was feeling and told me what happened. I was like, ah. I missed the teammates. It was a fun experience, especially learning the offensive playbook. If I would have started in seventh or eighth grade, it would have been different. Learned how to hit. Didn't really care about blocking, just wanted to tackle. It was a good time. Columbiana was another game I did real well. My brother, John, was there, so I really wanted to play my best. I was in half the quarterback all the time. The guy I was playing against was horrible. Felt awful. I was in there almost every play. Definitely, if you're in a religion and you want to play a sport, do whatever you can. If you want to play a musical instrument, God's not going to hold that against you. He's going to want you to do it. He's going to want you to use your natural ability and talents. Become what you want to be. It's just sad that these religious groups kind of control you. If you're in a religion that vindicates what you do, it's probably not the best religion to be in. Nobody, no man can stand between you and your God. You have to look at the Bible. Jesus would go and pray by himself. The Pharisees would pray in the open. One time, he made an illustration of which man you would forgive. It was a back flutter, and he was crying. He said, please, Lord, forgive me of my sins. I'm a sinner. Then the Pharisee says, thank God I'm not like this man. That was his prayer out openly. You can see why Jesus, if you're a Christian, even if that goes on today, the righteousness and the judging really needs to stop. It was tough, though. I was going against my parents, what they wanted me to do. Sometimes I had a hard time, even if I knew I belonged on the field, but I just kept doing it. Our senior year, we ended up three and seven. It was kind of a bomber towards the end of the year, especially at the last game when you're a senior. It's hard to deal with. As for that religion, a few years later, I did some things, and I went and confessed. You had to confess to three elders. In three days, they excommunicated me. It was rough for two years. I went through some kind of loop. My wife at that time had a miscarriage, but I know it taught me. What it was was to become 180 degrees what I was before. I don't judge anyone. I don't think you should. I think we're all the same, homeless no matter what. We come in this world the same, we leave the same. I do believe there's something more, which is religion and control over mankind. Look at the amount of wars that have been fought over the years in religion. I don't want to get too involved with religion. This is more about knowing your passions, knowing what you love. Even when someone says no, and there's nothing really wrong with it, why not? We have wars in that. When you're 15 years old, you get drafted, and you send it over to seas, and you're told not to kill here, and then you go over and kill people. That's pretty messed up. That's a messed up time. You have to encourage people to break out of their comfort zones and become what they truly were supposed to become. Society back then to now, it's a big change. There was no cell phones back then. You had Atari systems. I remember sled riding a lot, dirt bike riding a lot. My ex-neighbor Ricky and me, we had a lot of fun fishing. But then that got contaminated, the river. It just seems like we're contaminating things too. This is more about me playing ball. I just wanted to give a shout out to all my teammates from high school and my coaches, and Stevie, Jackson, Byron, all of them. My best friend Steve helped me play tremendously. He's always been a friend. We still talk to this day. I kind of wanted to let it out there. I know there's other people that are like me. But it was a good time. I hope to keep in touch with these podcasts. This is my first one. And have a good day. And the main name will be Flying Fat Bot.