Camp As Seen By The Offensive Line

Camp. The very word drives shivers down the spine of any football player. It is the culmination of nine months of running and lifting, and the beginning of blood, bruises, and broken bones.  For nearly two weeks we eat, sleep, and breathe football, all the while pushing our bodies to their limits and beyond.

Camp is both heaven and hell for the player. It is a time when every player questions their sanity, for who would willingly place themselves in such agony? What sane person would put on 20 pounds of pads, in 107 degree heat, in order to line up 50 times a practice against a friend, wanting only to slam him brutally against the ground? What type of lunatic would run a mile of sprints after three hours of such bestial behavior? How dumb would a man have to be to jump gleefully into a pool of ice in nothing but compression shorts and sit there for a quarter hour? Now how many idiots would perform these acts not once, but up to twice a day for two weeks?

Apparently there are around 70 certifiably insane men at this school who are willing to push through this specific version of hell, in a quest to become a team better than any of those which have set foot on campus.  It is difficult to think beyond the blisters on the feet, the pounding headaches, and the tired limbs, but, after a camp which has so far been more difficult than any the College has seen, it is safe to say that all of our expectations are high for the success of the Stag football team this season. So, while we run, sweat, and bleed for the rest of camp our thoughts are solidly focused on one unifying goal: Beat Lewis and Clark, and make this pain count!