Teachers that made a difference: Bud Theodocion | Eastern North Carolina Now
Bud Theodocion was a coach at Bass High School when I went there. I was on the B team but hardly ever played.
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Stan Deatherage said:
( May 31st, 2015 @ 7:22 pm )
I know well 'elusive'.
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TMcD: Sometimes, the blunt truth is hard to take, but it can sure save you a lot of trouble later on.
SD: Sometimes, we have to be patient about that elusive profit, but I think you already know that. |
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I did, but I drank my own. Now that I think back, I should have made this a profit deal.
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Good lessons are learned the hard way.
"And it was over - the dreams, all that work to get to that point - and its over." Now as a good capitalist, I would assume that you bought the beer with their money. After all your contribution was to take the risk, right? |
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Tailback (remember those) on offense; Middle Linebacker in a 4 - 4 (2 Middle backers - 2 corners) - 3 (safeties); deep to receive on kickoffs. For some reason, I stayed on the field except when we punted or we kicked off.
I made the varsity as a sophomore, and played quite a bit, so much, much was expected of me my Junior year. Plus by my junior year, I was 6 feet tall, weighed 190 lbs. with a 32 inch gut and ran a hair under a 4.6 40 (in pads). Needless to say dreams of playing in Kenan Stadium danced in my head. Tore an ACL and cartilage, and still played until I could no longer walk. And it was over - the dreams, all that work to get to that point - and its over. So I became a stupid Hippie until just before my 20th birthday, and then I began straightening out, seeing more clearly. mad it to the ranks of conservative thought by my young 30's (Churchill was right). Genetically, my knees are predisposed to such. But those were also the days of the crack-back-block. If I were to play in these times, I would lift weights with my legs mostly - especially around the knees, work on the speed, and I would play wide receiver, strong safety. I was really good at catching a football. On another note: the first game I ever played in - sophomore - as the linebacker, I hit a wide receiver, coming over the middle, so hard, I knocked him out of the game, actually they loaded him up in an ambulance and hauled him off to where ever they haul them to. Needless to say, he did not make the catch. It was like my third tackle. Too much information hear, huh? Bobby, if you had been on my team, I would have probably retreated to the bench to talk to you about our later plans after the game. It would probably have included beer. I would buy the beer for me and my friends, I had no fake ID, and yet I bought the beer - never carded. |
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Stan, what position did you play? As you can see, I played a very mean bench.
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Stan, I only played one year of football in High School, but played every year in Gray Y back when the YM"C"A was Christian. I never got injured or hurt. Organized sports was never fun for me but sandlot baseball, football and basketball was a daily summer adventure even past high school.
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Football stories, huh. I'd have a near lifetime of these stories if my knees had not played out by the time I turned 16 years young.
Oh well, when one door is closed, you move on or you 'jimmy the door'. |
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