(cleveland.com) – We were playing a zone pass defense. I recognized the draw play with the fullback, a guy our high school scouting report described as “powerful.”
I dove at his ankles, but miscalculated. His knee struck the front of my helmet, sending my head backward to a second collision with the ground.
I don’t recall how I got off the field. I sort of remember people holding up fingers in front of me and asking me where I was.
I do remember going back in the game. The saying back then was that I “just got my bell rung.” CONTINUE