born in Barrington, Illinois. The youngest of 4 children, graduated from Quincy High School in 2002, where I was a decorated wrestler. A 4x state qualifier, 3x All-State, 2x State finalist, & 1x State champion.
Now 37 and starting over
This is a photo that should bring a tear to any athlete who was coached by their father from the day they could walk. It's a bond that's like no other, and when it ends because of a tragic death, all that you are able to do is just look back and enjoy the memories and bond you two created together. It's a relationship that blossomed into something way more than a father/son, or a coach/pupil. By the ending, the two of you became truly the best of friends.
The journey began in 2010. After making it out of separations, I was back into boot camp. One Captains mast down, but more to come. I guess an assault on civilian swimmer isn’t tolerated these days in boot camp. I was ordered to take an anger management course, that’s where, according to Sr. Chief Rodriguez I found out that I might have a big penis, I probably liked to stare at my naked body in the mirror, and I may have been molested as a child. This guy was crazy. He would touch me on the thigh; it was funny to see his reaction. When I would agree to everything he was saying. Like one question was “do you like looking at your naked body in the mirror, I bet your penis is big too? Do you play with it in front of the mirror? What kind of sick questions is this amigo laying on me? I think (hope) they were trying to make me be aggressive, or at least I hoped, with these tactics. Well after all that for a week, I finally passed and was sent to a new division. Wow, that was a close one I thought to myself.
Fantasy football for week 4. The week started off with a Covid19 outbreak canceling the Titans/Steelers matchup, thus taking out fantasy stars Derrick Henry and James Connor. We do still have some big dogs at RB in Kamara, Cook, and Elliott.
The Last Camp of The Century The camp was set, it was to take place between the Last week of July and the first week of August. The Clinicians were nothing but spectacular, the lead clinician was the head assistant at the local University, along with his assistant, and 4 members of their team, 2 of which were D1 All Americans. The Camp would also consist of a 1-day session with a Russian national Champion, who defected to the states, Rolan Sabanatov. The Camp would draw numbers that Lloyd never even imagined.
So now I'm desperately calling for days trying to find someone to get me a plane ticket home, as getting a job didn’t work out too well. I can’t call Dad, I never want him to think I’m a failure, and I know he doesn’t have any money at the moment either. Then finally I got ahold of the always trustworthy Uncle Vic.
Now Living on and off with Turtle P, and my sister Lulu, running wrestling practices 3 times a week at "The Beasts" gym, my mind was really starting to prepare for the hellish voyage which I was hell-bent on embarking on. Unfortunately though, after a few crazy nights of drinking, I would soon find myself seeing Bigfoot everywhere. I was now laid up in a hospital bed being glued back together from a club shot I took to the head by my loony-toon sister Lulu and her unknown male companion for the night. While sitting there on the hospital bed, in walked this wildly looking thing, telling
PHEONIX, AZ I’m 23 yrs old and engaged to a Canadian girl. I’m working as a Video clerk at the booming Jollywood video. This video place is really happening at the time, it is definitely hanging in there with the video store mogul BlockBuster. I bet they open more stores all over the country in the next few years. I was thinking I could make this a career move. Start to manage a few of these stores in an area, I could really dig that. Movies are not going anywhere, so this place will be around forever. However, I still do often think about where I should be at this time in my life. Shit, wasn’t it just three yrs ago that I was wrestling for the National Champion Blair College? I still kept in touch with my old teammates and it looks as though they are killing it again. I recently opened up those rankings just to see where I could have fit in, and sure enough, I see a few names that rang a bell. One was Ebenezer Smooth, he was now ranked #3 as a Sr. Damn, I still can remember cradling him up in practice every day with the Schalles cradle I had learned from the former Olympian at a camp (my Papa Lloyd put on) when I was 16. Another was that Blackberry kid I nearly beat at the Blair Open. He would win 10-9. Shit, I guess he transferred to my old school. He’s once again ranked #1, as he was the National champion the year I wrestled him. Damn, sometimes I just sit and think what could have and should have been. Instead, I’m here in Phoenix to be the manager of Jollywood Video. I guess it is what it is!