Geraldo was a pretty tough football player in NYC in the 70s-80s. We played ironman (both ways) 11 on 11, immediate rush, no equipment, two-hand, fifteen yard first downs, no refs, defense calls. There were a lot of former semi-pro (me included), college and a few pro players. We also had street players, Canadian hockey players looking to get their hitting jones fix and more than a few Viet Nam combat vets. The games ran about three hours with no half-time. It was wild.
One day I was TE and he was Strong Safety. We ran the ball. He was my block. He fired up. I laid him out. It was a high-lights clip hit. He lay there for a full five seconds before getting up.
Full disclosure...we were friends and he was a seriously tough player. He shook it off and stayed in the game.
I know he's an ass but the truth is that most red-blooded freepers would have enjoyed his company in those days.
Thank you. I enjoyed the story very much and now I shall be able to sleep. :)