To quote Acie Earl at the PTL, "I never foul!" I didn't throw elbows. But if things got rough I'd turn into my guy and go right through 'em. Never a charge. If a guy stood his ground he didn't get back up. I was one heck of a 5'11", 225 lb with no gut center. Couldn't shoot even with a shotgun but rebounded and defended. Space eater.
Then what seemed like two days after I came to Iowa City I discovered girls and booze (that's not true...I just figured out where they were...I already knew that's what I was looking for.) and now I have gaps in my memory but I think I was having a lot of fun. So I didn't play much sports, not for very long, or go to many classes and I'm a bad example of what a college student should be.
My biggest claim to fame was the time one of Hayden's assistants thought he caught me out partying and started giving me grief until he realized I wasn't even a football player.

(One year of serious Machine Shop work between high school and the U of I had me built like a rock.)
Anyway, the next, much more successful attempt at college, I was blocking for some stupid flag football game....poor young guy rushing...I put my hands up into his rib cage and picked him up and threw him about two yards backwards! #$%@ that factory work does #$%# man...makes one strong. He and I made a deal after that...he didn't try to rush and I didn't throw him anywhere.
Now I'm old and fat.

Somebody play "Glory Days", while I don't care...those were good times. Would only change one thing...more partying.