If you got to relive one day just like it happened, what day would it be?

I'd probably relive the second to last football gameday (Howe). That was a good day.

I would go back to the off season our senior year when Spain was in baseball pratice and missed that pop-up catch & I yelled "nice catch Spain" which sparked a classic Spain outburst causing several people to hold him back as I laughed my ass off.

Or the time during track pratice when George was praticing the discus. I thought we were safe in the parking lot amongst the cars but no it was not to be as George misses the entire field and throws that discus in to the lot towards us.

boy...  you know what your AA daddy said about drunk posting on non-anonymous forums.

 get what from?

what are you talking about

It would have to be the district track meet when I qualified for regionals in the hurdles!  Four years of agony and busting my ass falling over those hurdles finally culminated in sweet victory for me!  I still have scars today from those damn hurdles! 

One day I would never want to re-live unless we could play em again was that damn Pilot Point game! 

the pilot point game is definetly a painful memory

Coach Wood wasn't lying when he said for you seniors, you will remember this game for the rest of your lives!  I ran into him during the 2007 season.  He came by to talk with the football team.  It was nice to recall memories of our senior year with him! 

Did you think him for changing our scheme for that game?

I would rather discuss politics or religion...

that's like a schema..

you know, thinking about it, you could probably use that term instead of plan...

So instead of having a game plan, you have a game schema. Which kinda reminds me of that Weird Al song. White and Nerdy

There's a game plan and an offensive/defensive scheme. We changed our scheme to give them a different look but b/c we only practiced it for a week we lost.

na, we lost because our special teams sucked that game. The big kickoff returns we gave up and the missed extra point. And it seemed like we always got the ball on offense with the entire length of the field in front of us.

Our offense was really good in the second half, and besides for a few long runs our defense was strong.

Our lack of toughness in the first half was a troubled spot too. I know personally it took a little bit to understand what we were up against. We hadn't needed that level of intensity all year.

The year before when we were playing Bonham, Frisco, Wylie and Commerce. Man, those games were intense. The intensity you had to play with in those games just to survive was much different than our senior year. We got it back at halftime but couldn't keep it once we got up a couple touchdowns.

I think our team lost a little intensity that week too. That big win at Howe, the TV cameras, the fact that the Howe team we slaughtered with ease beat that Pilot Point team a few weeks before.

Bottom line is there are lots of things people probably would have done different if given another shot at it. Especially me.  No sense in pointing fingers.

well there's no fun in that.

I agree with your last paragraph Chris.  No reason to point the fingers at anyone, coaches or players.  As men we all could have done more to win the game.  What a great experience regardless (looking back almost 21yrs).  It is all about executing the game plan.  No excuses 21 years later.

I have had the opportunity to coach in that same stadium several times and I still get chills.  

hey Mr. Bracket, it's good to hear from you. Look forward to seeing you again at the reunion.

There was a lot of good times our senior year, but most of my football memories are from our junior year. The adversity we had to fight game in and game out. I know coach Shannon took a lot of heat over playing his son over David, but besides for that, I thought he did a great job.

We gave a very good Commerce, Frisco, and Bonham team as much as they could handle.

I'm just now browsing the user forum and love to re-live the memories.     Like Rusty, I have had the chance to come up with those schemes before a game and now know that those coaches give a lot of their life for the kids they coach.    It is easier to be on the playing side of the ball than the coaching side.   I had the chance to coach with Coach Wood and the rest of 'em and know they wanted it as bad as we did.    I will have to say those days in a small town is what made us stronger and desire to win throughout our life.  Good to hear from you guys.       By the way, I think I found a mascot that beats the Farmers this past weekend at my son's baseball tournament in Ozark, AR.    Funny thing is that they were purple too!    Try this on for size,  The Ozark Hillbillies!!!!   Got to love small towns!!!

I look forward to seeing you too, Chris.  I can't remember the last time I have seen you.  I know it has been over ten years.  There are plenty of good memories since we went to school and played sports together our entire education in Farmersville.  It should be fun catching up.

Our junior year was a great year as well.  I know our record didn't indicate it, but I do feel we had a successful year.  With the exception of Wylie,  we were in every game.  It also helped prepare us underclassmen for the following year.  I have some very good friends too from that senior class.  I am still very close to both Seth and Jeff Twyford.  

I am glad you mentioned Coach Shannon too.  I owe him a lot as far as my career.  When I graduated college, he helped get me get an interview at Rockwall.  I have been there every since.  He also came there in 94 and we got to coach together for several years.  He was definitely a mentor to me and a great example of unselfishness.  He always treated me as an equal and was always willing to help me and others become better coaches.  Since he was at the end of his career, his main role was to help us "young bucks" and "show us the ropes".   We had a great friendship.  He got bone cancer in 2000, but still coached that fall.  He limped really bad and used a golf cart some in practice, but he never complained or wanted sympathy.  He coached just as hard as he did before.  In the spring of 2001 his leg was amputated, but he still planned to coach.  He was one tough son of a gun.  He died the in June of 2001, the same week Heather and I got married.  I have all of his old playbooks from the different places he coached.  

I could go on and on about the memories of playing football as a Fightin' Farmer:

• RIGHT 2 LIZ 48 SWEEP  
• dressing in that old locker room in 7th and 8th grade
• Coach Pryor making Larry Fletcher lead stretching and cal
• losing the 2nd time to Van Alstyne in 7th, the driving rain storm, and Coach Pryor threatening to give licks to anyone who made a sound on the bus ride home.  
• going undefeated in 8th grade (beating Royse City 6-0??? in a driving rain storm) and the fun party at my house after the season
• beating Wylie my soph year on JV on a two point conversion.  I believe jr. Dean Mitchell ran in the conversion.  I remember William Luke having a big hit in that game.  I think it was that game.  My memory is pretty bad on some of the details.  
• being a scout team running back my freshman year against the varsity
• going to the municipal pool in Rockwall instead of evening practice during two a days.  (I just ran by that pool a couple of hrs ago)
• beating Royse City at their place our senior year.  
• As Chris mentioned earlier the Howe game.  I have the article with the statistics on it.  Unbelievable.  I will post those later since I am getting "long winded".  
• Getting to be coached by Coach James Page.  What a great man.  He stayed on my butt constantly, but I always knew he cared about me.  

These are just some things that popped into my head.  Let's keep this going.  I know you all remember things that the rest of have forgotten.  I know I need to be reminded.  Like Kyle said earlier, these memories and the experience of playing football as a team are why many of us are who we are today.  

Remember when I told Clint Praslinka to put Atomic Balm on his groin pull?

He started sweating in pratice and his balls caught fire. Then he started talking shit and telling coach Lancaster that I told him to do it and coach made him run laps in the gym for being stupid.

LMFAO!

Wow!  You guys are bringing up some fond memories!  Nice to hear from you guys again!  You are right, all these experiences are what made us better men today!  I came up with a top ten memories of football with all you guys through the years.

1  First play from scrimmage against Lake Dallas and Stevie jumping offsides and laying out the opposing player and Coach Dyer not even getting mad at him for it because he laid him out so hard!. 

2.  My jock strap incident...Thanks to Jeff Steele for that!  A bunch of us went with Coach Lancaster to Tatum elementary to move some  furniture or something and in the middle of the hallway as I drank from the water fountain, Jeff Steele came up behind me and jerked my shorts down where my bare ass was exposed for all those little kids to see!  It was hilarious, but Coach Lancaster didn't think so.  I remember getting chewed on by him back at the high school gym for hours!

3.  Running the Michelin Mile dragging that darn tire around that gravel track!  Thanks Coach Dyer!

4.  I think Coach Dyer taught us World Hisotry and how he would always drink those diet Pepsi's and we superglued his diet Pepsi to his desk and he practically spilled it all over himself trying to lift it off his desk!

5.  Coach Page (rest his soul) ....His remedy for everything was Ice!  After getting a concussion in the Frisco game, was told by him to chew on some ice!  lol  He was the one coach that I knew truly cared about you! 

6.  In 8th grade me and Todd Anderson getting caught roller skating on the brand new gymnasium floor and Coach Pryor waiting until class broke and everyone was in the hallway to give us our paddling and Todd Anderson putting saran wrap and padding around his butt to cushion the licks!  That was a fun day!  We were still in our gym shorts!!!

7.  Coach Pryor making a special test for Larry Fletcher in class.  The questions on the test were like Who was buried in Grant's tomb?  It was hilarious!

8.  I remember Rusty getting racked in practice with a huge dog pile on top of him and all you can hear is Rusty screaming to get the *()&*^^&&*^  off of me!!!!  It was hilarious!

9.  All the seniors walking out on the Princeton Field to hand them their wreath back and then proceeding to give them a good ole fashion butt whoopin!  The Possum was back alright!!!  lol

10.  Having football practice in junior high in the darn parking lot of the old football stadium.  If the ruts didn't break your ankles, then the fire ants would get ya! 

I forgot to add all the "Turkey Rides" we gave on the bus ride home from all the games and hung all those skid marked underwear on the flag pole!

Coach Page and Mrs Page were both huge in my highschool life. In my eyes, I feel they were both the epitamy of what teachers and coaches could be.

They were without any question my favorite.

To relive one day from High School?

It'd have to be the day of the Metallica / Queensryche concert.

Can I get an Amen, Derrick?

That was a great time for all involved. Maybe sweeter for all that we had to go through to get there. Creeping Death touched my soul that night.

I've only had the same feeling standing side stage at Ozzfest watching Dave sing Bodies and feeling the energy from the crowd.

Good one Porter.

Yeah, go ahead Hagler!  I seem to recall that you had the same education as I did!  We are both edumacated now!

Boy...I am gonna have to whoop that ass!!!  lol 

Let's keep this thing going.  Everyone post their top ten memories from football through the years!  I crack up everytime I read Right 2 Liz 48 Sweep on one....Ready Break!!!!!

I could use a good ass whippin' but I really don't think you got what it takes. You look like an out of shape old man. LOL

But if you wanna cha cha, let's get down!

You wanna shot at the title?

LMAO!  You are right about being an out of shape old man!  I got out of the Army in 2001 and freaking just blew up!  However, I could still whoop that ass!  I swear, since graduation, I have lost all my hair and my waist line has expanded exponentially!  Having kids will do that to a man...lol  One of these days I might try and get into shape, if I could only skip out on the nectar of the gods....Beer!!!!!

A couple of memorable moments in football for me were:

1.  When we were scrimmaging Lake Dallas and the first play, we were on defense, and Stevie went off-sides at about a 100 mph and laid the lineman on his ass!!  Coach Dyer just said, "if you're gonna screw up, screw up going 100%.

2. When Ross broke his collar-bone in practice on what seemed like any other ordinary tackle.

3.  When Chris Redwine got a crack-back on Steele in practice that one time because someone(probably me) didn't yell CRACK!!!!

4.  Seeing Steele get knocked the f*ck out during that last game against Pilot Point.  If I'm not mistaken, we watched it about 10 times the next morning in the field house and he was still dizzy.

5.  I remember Rusty getting his nuts stomped in the dogpile that time too.

6.  I remember Grandys and those chicken fried steaks!!!! I don't think I've ever been back to a Grandy's since then either.

Man, I forgot about that time Stevie nailed that guy from Lake Dallas.  Coach Dyer didn't even hardly get onto him.  He was like, "Oh well...If your gonna make a mistake, at least you did it going 100 mph!"  I remember Steele getting laid out in that Pilot Point game too.  It scared the crap out of me.  Quoting the great comedian Carlos Mencia, I have never seen a guy that "dee da dee" before...lol  He was so out of it!  I remember them having to pick up his earpad off the ground and snap it back inside his helmet.  Of all the people to lay him out like that, I think it was their quarterback!  He was like a buck o' five soak n wet!  lol  I remember Ross breaking his collarbone too!  We were all like, "What the heck just happened?"  One minute he was running a drill or something and the next minute he was being rushed off the field.  A freak thing I guess.  Remember when the cheerleaders mooned the entire football team on the bus and next thing you know they were all given demerits....lol  Too bad the old stadium is long gone now.  We sure did shed a lot of blood, sweat and tears on that field.  That is hollow ground in my opinion!  Let's keep this up.  It is good to relive some of the good times we had back in the days! 

OK you guys are hilarious!

I remember moving from Plano to Farmersville prior to the 7th grade year.  I really didn't know what to expect coming from a big town to a small town.  Growing up I would visit both sets of grandparents, who both lived in town, and I always thought Farmersville didn't have any kids because I don't remember seeing any.  All I remember was old people at the Dairy Queen or downtown, but remember I was with my grandparents all the time.  So when my parents told us we were moving, I knew it would be interesting.

First day of 7th grade, my mom dressed me and my brother in the same outfits, so not only was I nervous about not knowing anyone, but was concerned about being beat up just for looking like a dork.  Anyway, as I walked into the gymnasium and found a seat on the wooden bleachers, this kid yelled at me from above, "hey new kid, come up here."  I remember this vividly.  It was Richard Akers.  He proceeded to ask me if I was playing football, and if so, what position.  I confidently replied that I was a running back, and he just laughed.  He then asked me if I could "beat out" Wesley at running back.  I said I didn't know who that was.   It was at that moment when he called Wesley Biggs over.  Richard said, "hey Wesley, this new kid said he is going to take your position at running back."  Honestly I thought these country kids were going to whoop my a$$ on the first day.  Wesley just laughed, and teased me for a bit, but nothing major.  I still remember to this day how he had stubble on his face in 7th grade.  Bless his soul. 

As for HS football, I am sure I am the only one who remembers this, but here goes.  We travel to Celina to scrimmage them prior to our opener.  From what I remember, we were very excited due to our new coach, new passing attack, and dropping to Class AA for our senior year.  It was a competitive scrimmage, and it was tied 2-2 or 3-3, something like that.  We had the ball last, and had one last play.  I don't have a ton of football memories my senior year due to an injury, but this one I remember well.  Coach called a pass play where I started in the slot or the wing, and ran a 15 yard deep outward curl pattern, which put me in the corner of the endzone.  I think Robert was QB, and he tossed a rainbow that reached my fingertips, and somehow I pulled it to my chest as I fell on my back.  End of scrimmage.  We won by one TD.

The reason this stands out to me is that Celina ended up going to the State Semifinals that year, losing to Quannah. 

As for Pilot Point, remember they got spanked next round by McGregor 35-0 or something similar.

Hope all you guys are going well.

-Ross

Alright, we're back in high school, it's a Friday game-day and we're at Pryors after the pep-rally. I'm sitting with Ross, George and Shane Guynes.  We're still eating those chicken friend steaks that fed us before they decided it was too heavy of a meal before a game and switched us to something lighter, but I don't remember what. Anyway, Shane gets up to to go the bathroom and we take that jar of peppers on our table and dumped them all over his green beans because they were basically the same colar, size and shape. He never noticed and ate the entire thing, all the while talking about how hot those green beans were. Never suspecting any foul play at all. 

Haha.  Yeah, poor Shane.  To this day, he and I still keep in touch.  Not only is he a good friend, he is a good man.  He did, however, have the most nicknames I have ever heard, right Beau?  Thing was, he took it in stride, and just laughed along with everyone.  It was too bad he had that accident in 8th grade and had to repeat due to the amount of missed school. 

I know, I've still got that fill in the blanks book that they gave us senior year to write down everything that we thought about the world or the future.  There's a crossword puzzle in there of people's knicknames and all of Shane's are in there at the time.  I think there are about 18 of them. 

guynes had the most I thought.

Bart, blackie, butch, yumma yumma, etc.............

Awesome memories, Brackett!

• Coach Page: Anytime I need an inspirational pick-me-up, I just have to think back to his speeches before we would run onto the field - "I want you to put 'em in the dirt, help 'em up, and then come back on the next play and put 'em back in the dirt again!!!"
• That game against Van Alstyne in the rain:  I remember walking back to the bus and Addington (I think) was beside me.  We started walking through a puddle and it kept getting deeper and deeper and deeper until we were up to our knees, and we were starting to laugh but were mortally afraid to because Coach Pryor was so pissed at us.  Addington was like, "What the hell?!"
• I think that game against Van Alstyne was also the one when Stevie ended up with the ball on punt or kickoff coverage because the receiver fumbled it right at us.  It was like the ball just sprang out of his grasp.  It went through my hands and Stevie caught it.  Some wimpy kid from the other team tried to tackle Stevie but was doing a crappy job of it and had him in kind of bear hug from behind and he and Stevie were going around and around.  Stevie's arms were pinned down but his hands were free; Spain and I were just standing there with our arms out like, "Pitch it to me! Pitch it to me!"  Stevie was flipping the ball with his wrists but couldn't move his arms enough to do anything and he finally went down.  All I can remember thinking is that I had missed probably the only opportunity I would ever have for a touchdown when that ball sailed through my arms and into Stevie's.
• Practice (Middle School):  Evans - "Hut!"  Mauldin - FART!
• Practice (Middle School):  Is it just my fading memory, or did a puppy come waddling down the line of scrimmage once when we were squaring off with the 8th graders?
• I shall never forget the haunting cries of Butch England as his jock strap was ripped from his tiny body in the darkness of the bus.  Nor shall I forget the glory of it whipping in the wind on the flagpole in front of the school. 
• I remember Wesley Biggs' hair sticking up through the hole in his helmet like a little antenna during a 7th grade football game and trying to hear the play over everybody's laughing. 
• Wesley Biggs' greatest moment:  Scoring a touchdown on the first play of his junior high football career - and spiking the ball.