iceshack149

Reminds me of when I was looking for my buddy after school. He did shot put but he wasn't at the field.
A 400 guy was making all kinds of noise about how he'd school me in a race. I wasn't in track. Football and soccer were it for me.
After a while, I'd finally had enough of his mouth and decided to accommodate him and race him at a 100.

By the time I crossed the finish line I turned around and saw him tying his shoes at the 70.

He was my Brandon Browner.

"...it's good to have friends, no matter where they are."--JOESAM2002

burningmetal

Your story reminded me of one of my uncles. I think I was about 14 at the time, and he was around 50, but he ran track when he was young and continued to run in marathons (still does to this day, as far as I know). Anyway, we were at a family gathering, and he was going on about what great shape he was in, and I told him that I could take him in a race (even though I didn't run track, I did train with my dad for a while).

I didn't even feel like I was being that bold. He might have been ok over long distances, but I was quite sure I could blow by him in a sprint. But he insisted he could take me. So we went outside, we marked out an approximation of 40 yards and got set. At the word "go" we took off, and I ran out the 40 yards, looked behind me and saw him just standing there about 15 yards from the start line.

He gave me this line of crap that he hadn't properly warmed up, and that he'd have to race me when he'd gone through his routine.... None of this was ever mentioned leading up to the race, and yet now it was suddenly a problem. I lost all respect for him, and as you might imagine, there was never a rematch.

If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, the NFL would fine and suspend me.