Freshamn football at MHS. We didn't have a soul on the team that could kick and my childhood hero was Steve Willis. So enter the right tackle as the kicker. We were practicing kickoff coverage one day and I kicked the ball, hung back like a kicker does and got blindsided. Knocked my flat on my face. I let out a F&$^ pretty loud for sure. I was ripped off the ground by the coach who was a good foot shorter than me and built like Mangino (manhattanites know who this is). He proceeded to make my one work look small, the facemask grab and yank, pushing me around etc. "You want to be the king of crap?" I was running laps and sprints the rest of the afternoon. I would say it was pretty well deserved.
What if Tony would have said something like: "If you're gonna talk like that why don't you go back to the hood and hang out with your hommies?"
Because that's a whole different deal than getting grabbed by the facemask and running a few sprints.
Prolly wouldn''t care 'cause I'm white.

same school and class as catdoctor, different coach (not my coach for any sports but was my PE teacher and weightlifting teacher), 3 stories...
1) with PE/weightlifting teacher outside in ball field walking inside. he said something like "i ain't got none of those." i then said "well...i guess we now know why you are a PE teacher." he looked at me for two seconds, grabbed me, picked me up, body slammed me onto the field and repeatedly slammed my head against the ground.
2) someone threw a dirty towel on him when his back was turned in the weightlifting room. he turned around and saw three people. i was one (i did not throw the towel). he chased me down. grabbed me and repeatedly slammed my head against the ground. guess it was his "go to"
3) friends birthday. weightlifting room again. he grabs my friend by the balls, holds him down, takes the copenhagen or whatever out of his mouth and inserts it into my friends mouth.
all the same guy who may or may not have been the football coach at mhs a year or two ago.