Sure felt like it, but no, I was the one tackled. Three of my teammates decided that I should have chosen a different extracurricular activity and felt they should persuade me to reconsider my options post haste. I'm sure they were only trying to scare me into quitting, but they succeeded in getting themselves banned from playing in our district indefinitely, and permanently injuring me. The most frustrating part is that I now get winded really easily because I can't inhale fully without pain, so I have to breathe shallow.

In reply to this comment by supersaiyan93:
>> ^HollywoodBob:
>> ^rgroom1:
i remember my first hit....wait, do i?

I do too! 3 broken ribs, fractured collar bone, dislocated shoulder and hip. First and last hit, during a practice scrimmage. Guess that was my punishment for thinking that going out for football in 10th grade would be a good way to make friends.
Good god, man. did you try to tackle a Suburban?