when there were only about 10 regulars so most of you guys probably didn’t catch it. I looked for it and couldn’t find it but here’s the gist.
  When I was playing my college ball, I was one of two non red shirt freshmen traveling with the Varsity and we were in Illinois for a road game. I was forced to shack up with the kickers who were total A-holes. What they considered practice was kicking balls for two hours and some light jogging or “yogging” it might be a silent J. Anyways, it was very late by the time we got all checked in to our rooms and I opted to sleep on the floor rather share a bed with the other kickers. They were all partying and picked up some haggard truck stop wenches from the neighboring truck stop (I am dead serious here! These battered women had a combined total of ten teeth.). They finally turned in and I started to doze off. One of the kickers put his 3 full spittoon on the night above my head. Well, these wild and crazy kickers started having a pillow fight after about 20 minutes of lights out and knocked the spittoon over right into my blissfully snoring mouth. About ten minutes later all I remember is getting pulled off a bloody and battered place kicker by my coach and some of the fellow players. Needless to say one less kicker dressed for that road game the next day and I never had to shack with the kickers again.