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"Working won't get you laid"?
Let me tell you a story, Champ. A story about Chet Anders.
Chet was the guy. Eighteen years old. 6'5", 260 pounds of pure God-given fury. Defensive lineman with a jaw like granite and a 40-yard dash that made scouts weep. He had offers from Notre Dame, Alabama, Oregon-you name it. Whole town thought he was going to the league.
And then he lined up across from me.
One snap. One cut block. Took him out at the knees like a scythe through summer corn. Took sixteen minutes for him to stop screaming. They had to carry him off in a wheelbarrow down to the emergency room.
Last I heard, he couldn't hack it at Hackwamanee Community College as a third-stringer. Then one day, he just jumped. Off the bridge out by Miller's Creek.
Now what's the point of all this? It ain't about getting laid, kid.
It's about knowing none of that glory lasts. Not talent. Not hype. Not Twitter followers or TikTok thirst traps. You show up. You work. You build something real. Because one day, all you'll have is your hands, your word, and your ability to walk up to the manager, look him in the eye, and give him a firm handshake, Champ.
"Working won't get you laid"?
Let me tell you a story, Champ. A story about Chet Anders.
Chet was the guy. Eighteen years old. 6'5", 260 pounds of pure God-given fury. Defensive lineman with a jaw like granite and a 40-yard dash that made scouts weep. He had offers from Notre Dame, Alabama, Oregon-you name it. Whole town thought he was going to the league.
And then he lined up across from me.
One snap. One cut block. Took him out at the knees like a scythe through summer corn. Took sixteen minutes for him to stop screaming. They had to carry him off in a wheelbarrow down to the emergency room.
Last I heard, he couldn't hack it at Hackwamanee Community College as a third-stringer. Then one day, he just jumped. Off the bridge out by Miller's Creek.
Now what's the point of all this? It ain't about getting laid, kid.
It's about knowing none of that glory lasts. Not talent. Not hype. Not Twitter followers or TikTok thirst traps. You show up. You work. You build something real. Because one day, all you'll have is your hands, your word, and your ability to walk up to the manager, look him in the eye, and give him a firm handshake, Champ.
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