I had a football coach who would call us slapdicks. I had a football coach who would call us T-Tonka trucks while he circled drills like a slobbering WWF referee, which he was in a past life. I had a football coach who would squat behind home plate and pick grass to keep himself from slinging teenagers by the grated piece of metal in front of their face. I had another coach who said something very important, he said, “The only thing you can control is your attitude.” He would say this to trick us into wanting to go out there in 100 degree heat and practice for four hours until our bodies were left cold, and riddled with cramps when the armor was pulled off.