Tryout Pics

I'm on the right.

Who arm-wrestled Asaph Schwapp this Friday and won? Uh... not me. Funny thing, my first reaction to seeing players in street clohtes at the Black Bear Saloon this weekend was "man, they look a lot smaller." Then I asked Asaph for a pic of the two of us arm-wrestling and realized that even though the pads add bulk, this man was large enough to break my arm in half. Hilariously enough, I think we weigh about the same. I need to get in shape.

But I'm here to talk about the tryouts in Middletown this past Saturday. In fact, not so much to talk as to post pictures, so here we go.

If you wanted a rough idea of how many players were at this thing, just take a look at the field. The place was littered with backpacks, rucksacks, bags, etc.

 Right: A couple of potential players resting and/or stretching before the 40-yard dash.

Below: Only a few lucky participants would be picked Saturday (three, rumor has it), but some wouldn't even get the chance to finish competing. This poor kid walked off the field with his left leg taped from crotch to toe. At the very least, he did walk off.

Further Below: The 40-yard dash took up nearly half the time allotted for the tryout. Which is impressive given that many of the attendees were coming in under the 5.0 mark. Gives you an idea of how many were competing that day. IIRC the final turnout was 231.

Not a competitor; this guy stole Jerry Glanville's wallet and ran like hell.

These two were a little too young to compete, so they just stayed on the sidelines and cheered for their dad.

Running backs and their agility drills.

Linemen gettin' angry.

Goin' deep! (and breaking tables)