Letters to Grandma from a new recruit

Dear Grandma,

Somebody once wrote Hell is the impossibility of reason. That’s what this place feels like. I hate it already and it’s only been a week. Some goddamn week Grandma, the hardest thing I think I’ve ever done is go on the line of scrimmage, 3 times this week, I don’t even know what I’m doing! An orc could be standing 3 feet in front of me and I wouldn’t know it. We get up at 5 a.m., hump all day, rest around 4 or 5 p.m., talk through plays, eat, then hit the running track or a 3 man block practice against the ogre. It’s scary cause nobody tells me how to do anything cause I’m new and nobody cares about new guys, they don’t even want to know your name. The unwritten rule is a new guy’s life isn’t worth as much cause he hasn’t put his time in yet, and they say if your gonna get killed on the astrogranite it’s better to get it in the first few weeks, the logic being you don’t suffer that much. I can believe that….If you’re lucky you get to stay in the backfield and then you pull a safety position, so maybe you only get blocked 3-4 times a match, but you don’t really rest.

I don’t think I can keep this up for a season, Grandma, I think I made a big mistake coming here……..



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