Washington Redskins, 1964
Dick Shiner was drafted by the Redskins, but he shined dicks on six different teams in a 10-year career.
Brooklyn Dodgers, 1940
Coon, a guard, was selected in the 7th Round and played only 9 career games in one NFL season. So it is likely he made his fortune in something other than football.
Brooklyn Dodgers, 1941
Selected in the 11th Round of the 1941 draft, Weiner played only 10 games in his NFL career. Chances are his career ended from health complications due to his Chlamydia.
April 22, 2011 Column
Tweet of the Week
Whew! It's not a bloody corpse.
From @DraytonFlorence AKA Buffalo Bills defensive back Drayton Florence
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Here is the lucky traveler, who appears to be a big fan of rap
April 21, 2011 Column
The Gym: Issue #13
Ever hear something horrible and/or hilarious at the gym? Send your submissions to OverheardSP at gmail. Or submit for future editions about games.
I'm a regular gym rat at my college gym, but all of my roommates are chubby and out of shape. One of them easily packed on the freshman 15 last year and probably another 5 or 10 the first semester of this year. He told me over winter break that his New Year's resolution was to lose some weight and start going to the gym with me.
So we get back and the first time I go he comes with me. I have him stretch with me and then we go off, I hit the bench and he goes on the treadmill. Five minutes later, he comes down from the upper deck where the treadmills are, and I counted him do 5 sit-ups on the incline sit-up. He then rushed himself off it, ran over to the trash can and booted for a couple minutes. He soon got a paper towel, wiped himself off, and walked over to me. He simply said "never again" before riding off into the sunset, leaving the gym forever.
I swear these events to be true.
I used to work out daily at a gym in Baton Rouge. I was using the wall climbing machine it's is on a vertical track and the top constantly flips over to reveal more hand holds while the bottom rotates down to force you to climb faster.
I was on on the higher speed setting and my hand got clipped by the top of the machine which caused my ring finger to start bleeding profusely. I later found out I crushed the bone under my nail and needed stitches.
I hopped down from the machine as nonchalantly as possible to not draw attention and went to the bathroom to make sure my finger was still attached. A bunch of the local crowd of regulars marveled at the injury, as opposed to going to get help, until I asked them to contact the front desk.
After a few guys mentioned how tough I must have been for not yelling, one random 40-something dude I have never seen before marched in from behind the crowd. He was dressed in jeans and work boots and had an LSU cap from the 90's.
"Looks like they got you pretty good man. (delays to draw attention). Almost as good as they got me." (I have no idea who 'they' is objects?)
He then raised his left hand to reveal a missing pinkie, an index missing the tip and a ring finger that was reduced to a nub. One guy grabbed his stomach and left.
"That's right. Two by four when I was working a job down in Slidell. Well, I hope you're ok man." He then walked away out of the bathroom and I have never seen him again at the gym.
I assumed he was waiting in the bathroom for months waiting to upstage someone's hand injury and finally had his moment and left.