Football is a mostly violent, but sometimes disgusting game. (If you're doubting the latter premise, let your mind wonder about the atrocities committed at the bottom of a pile-up.) Yet, Eric Crouch, yes THAT Eric Crouch, takes it to a new level in an otherwise enlightening blog post about his first game as a Nebraska quarterback and the pressures he felt.
I'll let Crouch handle it from here, because no other words can do it justice:
When our offense got the ball, I remember trying to call the first play, but my mouth was so dry that my tongue would not work. I mumbled, asking Dave Volk, our left tackle, to spit in my mouth. Super disgusting, I know, looking back on it but you have to understand that, at the time, it was all about calling the play. Nebraska Football was bigger than me.
That... that actually makes a lot of sense, Eric. It's still rather revolting, though.
