When I was a kid, I hated sports -- who would willingly submit to having hard round projectiles hurled at them? -- but my parents wouldn't believe me. "You're a boy! Boys like sports!" they kept insisting as I unwrapped Christmas presents of basketballs and baseball bats.
Denkmann Elementary School didn't offer gym classes, so they insisted that I choose something from the Parks & Recreations Department "Kids' Sports" program. So I took judo for three years, stopping only when the dojo moved across the river to Davenport.
Washington Junior High offered a full range of team sports, so they began pushing me toward baseball, basketball, or...shudder...football. I compromised with wrestling, but dropped out after an unfortunate penis incident during a match.
When I was about to start tenth grade at Rocky High, home of the Rocks, the litany began again: play a sport, play a sport, play a sport. With even more urgency, since a boy with an aversion to athletics might be a "swish." My Dad even forced me to try out for junior varsity football!
Noticing my dismay, my gym teacher, who was also the football coach, came up with another idea. He asked if I had my Red Cross First Aid certificate. I did. Then he suggested that I might like a job as an athletic trainer.
1. Run tape measures over athlete's muscular bodies to measure them for uniforms
2. Make sure the cups are snug but not so tight that they squeeze their extra-large sex organs
3. Massage their muscles if they get a cramp
Washington Junior High offered a full range of team sports, so they began pushing me toward baseball, basketball, or...shudder...football. I compromised with wrestling, but dropped out after an unfortunate penis incident during a match.
Noticing my dismay, my gym teacher, who was also the football coach, came up with another idea. He asked if I had my Red Cross First Aid certificate. I did. Then he suggested that I might like a job as an athletic trainer.
What do they do?
2. Make sure the cups are snug but not so tight that they squeeze their extra-large sex organs
3. Massage their muscles if they get a cramp
4. Watch them carefully in the locker room after games to make sure they're feeling ok
5. Pass out towels as they walk naked toward the showers.
6. Tape and splint their muscles if they are injured.
5. Pass out towels as they walk naked toward the showers.
6. Tape and splint their muscles if they are injured.
Um...there are jobs like that, and not just in gay fantasy novels? Why didn't anybody tell me about this before? Sign me up!
Oh, and you get to watch all of the games from the sidelines.
Well, every job has its drawbacks. I worked as an athletic trainer through my sophomore and junior years, until my parents insisted that I get a "real job," one that paid in bucks instead of biceps.
I've often wondered why the coach thought of me for the job.
Oh, and you get to watch all of the games from the sidelines.
Well, every job has its drawbacks. I worked as an athletic trainer through my sophomore and junior years, until my parents insisted that I get a "real job," one that paid in bucks instead of biceps.
I've often wondered why the coach thought of me for the job.
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