Jason Rieb

well...after a couple of rounds in rehab (those came after traveling to europe so often with a former company), a short stint in the slammer for B&E and possesion (luckily, those were here in the USA and my first known offenses), I figured I better find a better path to travel in life. I cleaned up, straightened-out, started taking some on-line classes, and began to move my life forward.

and if you believe all that, I guess I should get a part-time job as a writer...
actually, I'm sure it's the same kinds of things that a lot of you have been doing...family, career, travel, etc....just living life the best way I know how.

We were at football practice one warm and sunny florida day. It was a practice the day b4 a game, so coach Nelson was being a bit easy on us. I don't fully remember the circumstances, but coach was letting people try playing some different positions on the field...I spoke up and asked if I could try playing d-fence (since I spent my whole career as the middle-man on offense (center)). Coach agreed to it, and we got ready to run a play. As the ball was snapped, I began to follow the ball carrier...down the line. Just as I was getting close and squaring up to prepare for a tackle...Wham! I get leveled by one of the other backs (who I think was about half my size). As I lay there on the ground listening to the hoops, hollers,and laughter from the peanut gallery on the sidelines,I pondered what had just happened. As the coach comes sauntering over (b/c he didn't want to show too much concern)and asks if I'm alright, I calmly ask if he got the plate number for the truck...he let's out a boisterous laugh and tells me to get my a$$ back to where it belongs (at center).