Heh, my town had a pig farm on the east side of the town, and the boys who were raised there were crazy. They smelled like pigs no matter how much they washed, and you could smell the pig farm from the other side of town if the wind wasn’t against it.
We had a big Thanksgiving Day Football high school rivalry with the next town over, one of the older ones in our state. So, in high school, there were a few shenanigans.
One of the pig farm boys spray painted profane things about the opposing team on his piece of crap car while the opposing football players were congregating in the rotary trying to provoke someone. On the second time around the rotary as obscenties and gestures were being passed and the opposing football players were edging into the rotary, the gas tank on the guy’s car came off and he managed not to get the tar beat out of him!
Or so I was told...:)
Fast on his feet?
Running Back or should have been?