I don't remember much. My eyes where struggling for something to focus in order for me to get my bearings. I suddenly become more aware of my surroundings, realizing I was laying on top of the head frat leader. I struggle to get up, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see blood spewing out of my nose as a result of our collision with the brick wall of the house. It had become a matter of survival at that point.
Once I realized the seriousness of the situation I began to throw punches. For every punch I threw at the frat leader, there were two or three thumps on the back of my head. All the remaining members of the frat joined in as a retaliation. They wee teeing off of on the back of my skull.
I punched and pushed my way to the lawn in front of the house in search of my roommate. He was already staggering toward the sidewalk, shirt ripped and covered in blood. Apparently the other members didn't forget about him either. I grabbed him under my shoulder as I helped him walk away from the house.
We walked for around a block until we found a bench at a local bank located on campus. My roommate was pretty shaken up. I felt awful that I had even put him in that situation. Looking back, we could have easily walked away, but I let my ego get the best of me.
After assessing if we were alright, I released I had lost my hat at the house. A hat I had received as a gift that had a small amount sentimental value...I had to go back. (Again, letting my ego get the best of me.) I began the walk back to the house thinking over how this was going to go down, but I was prepared for anything.
My roommate had come to his senses and decided to come along for the ride. There wasn't much more they could do to us. I already looked like I was the victim of a hit and run. With adrenaline still pumping through our bodies and blood pouring from our noses, we walked up the step onto the porch of the house.
Without saying a word to anyone standing around, I began to look over the porch for my hat. I found it laying against the wall that I had collided into. As soon as I found, I was approached by several members of the frat wondering as to why I had returned. I raised my hand with the hat in it and said, "I don't care what you do, I'm not going home without this."
To my surprise, they began to smile. They were shocked that I had the audacity to come back for a hat no longer than 15 minutes after getting full on jumped by the house. They even went as far to offer me a beer free of charge...I just turned and walked home to my dorm.
Word had quickly gotten out about my encounter with the frat house to members of the football team, and although I did receive a good amount of respect from the fellow players for sticking up for my roommate, my coaches were not happy about it. It was only a matter of time before I had a stern talking to.
I went into practice the next day wondering what to expect. Sundays were typically fairly relaxed days. The offense and defense would take turns watching film and working out and would then meet for a brief walk-through practice to review what needed to be worked on from Saturday's game.
I had woke up with two black eyes, a nose that looking like it had been stung by a swarm of bees, and a skull that resembled the surface of the moon. As soon as I arrived in the locker room, I released that my helmet wouldn't even fit my swollen head. I had to remove air from it in order to wear it out for practice.
I struggled to get through both the workout and practice. Every drill, every lift, even every step I ran felt like another punch to the head. After practice my defensive line coach pulled me aside for a talk. Not only did he know about the fight, but also my slipping grades. I knew I was on the brink of getting kicked off the team.
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