New Jock Tales—Freshman Year—The Beginning

“Aight—aight—-everybody gather round. Come on—move in tite. You cant play football and be afraid to touch somebody. Gentlemen, welcome to Freshman football. Look around—you have 47 new brothers, and today, is the first day—-of the rest of your life”. Jr High is over, and you are no longer little k I d s. You are now official representatives of East Tyler High School. You will conduct yourself accordingly at all times, in and out of uniform, in or out of school, 24/7 for as long as you are a member of this team. You have no right to be here—I don’t care if you were born with a football in your hands, I don’t care if you been playing since pee-wee, I don’t care how good you think you are, and I don’t care who your daddy is. It is a privilege to stand in this room, and such privilege can be taken away from you at any moment.

You will respect your team members at all times, under all circumstances. You will respect your uniform, weather practice gear or game dress. You will respect those cheerleaders, and that band—they are here for YOU. That’s all I got—I’ll turn it over to Matt”. The coaches speech was direct and to the point.

“My name is Matt Dillon. I am your quarter back, and team captain. Simply put—the buck stops here.



“At William May HS in Austin, there is a 6 foot trophy in their trophy case, just inside the main entrance. I have been there, and seen it. It has been there for three years now. This year, The Tyler Mustangs Freshman Football Team will TAKE that trophy from them, and make it ours”. Silence is finally broken as the whole room erupts in cheers—



“Now—you four b o y s over there, come here. Get ur asses in here in the team. These are you team managers. They are every bit a part of this team as you. That’s Will, Corey, Dustin, and Hunter. These are the b o y s that at every game will sling you gatorade, squirt eye wash in your eyes , get you a mouth piece, and clean up the trash you leave behind, as well as the entire stadium. These are the

b o y s, that after every practice, will come into our locker room and pick up your wet towels, your stinkin socks, your pissed stained jock straps, your dirty uniforms, and wash them. They will stock soap and TP and towels in the bathrooms, and locker room. They will mop the floors. They will polish your helmets and cleats. They will then re-stock your gear into your locker. Be sure to tag your shit with either your name or number. These b o y s worship you. You will give the highest respect to these four b o y s at all times.