Years and years ago, when I played high school football, I had an offensive coordinator who never used foul language. I mean this guy refused to curse at all.

On this particular afternoon at practice, we were running a play where I got the ball (I played running back on offense) and the line had a particularly hard blocking assignment.

If I told you that I got KILLED every time we ran this play it would be an understatement.

Not only did the line have a hard time with the assignment, the defense knew we were going to run the play and that I was getting the ball!

Time after time I would get CRUSHED and this coach would muster up a holler that sounded like this: "Gosh DARN it guys, run it again", or "Dang fellas, that was horrible, do it again!"

Our fullback was a big kid who went to The Ohio State to play there and after the fourth or fifth time of failure, he turned to the Offensive Line and uttered the words of our coach, "DARN IT ALL...you guys are terrible. Do it again and this time, do it RIGHT!"

That's when that awkward silence began.

As a runner, I was bent over with my hands on my knees along with the fullback the wide receiver, and our flanker back so that the big guys could lean on us to catch their breath. When I stood up to see what the silence was about, I could see the FIRE in our coach's eyes and that's when he went, "This Is SPARTA" on our fullback. He straight-kicked that kid about 15 yards back, toppling the Tight End and Tackle in the process.

I was paralyzed with fear. My mouth was gaping open and my eyes were as big as 45 lb plates.

The coach asked, "Do you think this is funny? Run it again!" and yep, we got the same result.

I got the ball, I slowed for the blocking scheme to set up, and POW! I got nailed for the thousandth time.

The coach asked, "Selkow! Are you tired of getting mauled?" To which I answered, and not to create any more anger..." yes sir." That's when the coach said, "Well DARN IT! Run up their butts if they don't get out of your way."

The team began to chuckle under their breath while we were standing in that huddle and again, I could sense the impending doom in Coach's silence. "Do you all think this is funny?" I was looking right into his eyes as they were staring into my soul, and shook my head, NO.

"Then WHAT?" he said.

I answered in the most polite way I could, "Well Coach, it seems to me, sir, that a well-placed curse word might be more appropriate in this instance."

He shook his head in acknowledgment and said..."Run it again!"

The result? Exactly the same as it had been all afternoon. I got crunched and the play went for ZERO yardage.

The Coach at this point looked at his play sheet, and said loud enough for only the offense to hear him, "Damn it! Son of a BITCH!!! The blocking is all wrong.

At this point, I couldn't contain myself and burst out laughing!

Thank GOD, he was so pissed he just yelled "TAKE IT IN! We're done with this foolishness for the day".

That's when I came up with "Therapy is nice, but screaming 'FUCK' at the top of your lungs is cheaper and faster"

Get out there and yell from the belly!

Today's Training:

Cycle: Commute

Concept II Row: 10 mins steady; 10x15/45

C/S Row: 2 Rep Max

Chin-ups: 3 sets of as many reps as possible

Barbell Curls: 3x5

Cycle: Commute

Run: 10x50 yards