The Legend of Trashcan

So I'm sure people will be asking...Why the hell is your nickname Trashcan??? Were you picked on as a child? Were you thrown into dumpsters as a kid? What's the deal?

Well here's the deal...Yes, I was picked on as a kid, I was a short scrawny, goofy looking red headed kid, what were the other kids going to do BUT pick on me? Freshman year in HS some seniors did try to pick me up and throw me into garbage cans or hang me from hooks (I was 4'11 and weighed 80 lbs. I was like a toy to them) lucky for me those who tried were idiots and never succeeded.

So how did I get this nickname? Well it starts with me moving to the Phoenix area and wanting to meet some people who I could eventually hangout with and become friends with. So I signed up for a local intramural flag football league. I got a call one day and was told to show up for practice and tryout for a team. I went everything went fine and was asked to come back the next week for another practice.

Second practice, we are nearing the end, and the play call was Red, 8, 6, 4. I was running the 8, a flag pattern. The ball was snapped, I start my pattern and give a beautiful shoulder fake to get separation from the safety as I start my cut, the ball was thrown perfectly over my outside shoulder. I looked the ball into my hands secured the catch then looked forward and KABOOM!!! I completely blow up one of those 50 gallon steel garbage cans, I go flying, trash goes flying and I hit the ground. People think I'm dead, then I put my arm up, still holding the ball knee bruised and bloody and thus began the legend of Trashcan!