Wandering over the hills and into the NSFL universe this year is Runningback Rick Skuff. His path to football isn’t like most players’, but fate has bounced him into an opportunity for greatness. Or at least making a roster.
Growing up in the sleepy town of Oakey’s Holler, WV (population 300 people, 6 surnames, 146 pot stills) football was the last thing on little Rick’s mind. His high school hardly had the male population to put half a team on the field, so Rick spent his days working on his family’s barley farm and developing a burning interest in practical chemistry.
A science fair experiment on uses for the rest of the match-stick gained Rick interest from several colleges, and after learning about their world class organic chemistry program he settled on Davidson College, in North Carolina, with a full ride scholarship from the Appalachian Science Coalition.
Upon witnessing Mr. Skuff hauling two kegs, one on each shoulder, across campus on the first day of classes Davidson’s football coach rushed over and made an introduction. Rick was able to cement a spot on the team as a walk on his freshman year, and after familiarizing himself with the game for half a season took meaningful snaps in his first year of football, mostly on the goal line.
Skuff started his sophomore season as the #2 back but by mid-season was the lead dog, terrifying linebackers across the Pioneer League with his 240 lbs of pure muscle and beer. Around this time Skuff also started letting his beard grow out, enhancing his intimidating appearance. He finished the year with over 1100 yards and 17 TDs.
After his sophomore season Rick had a disagreement with a professor over the usage of laboratory equipment for ‘home projects’ and was politely asked to leave the school, much to the dismay of the football team and boosters. A late night protest was held but the school held firm, barring him from campus permanently.
Dejected, Rick returned home to the farm, although he was able to put some of his new chemistry knowledge to use improving certain processes. A year back in Oakey’s Holler, however, he began to feel the itch again to play football. He’d only had a taste, but it was enough to give him a hunger. And when Rick is hungry, Rick eats. A restraining order from the Chemist’s Guild prevented him from going back to college to finish his degree, so he focused on his ‘home gym’ of feed bags and ran over any siblings or cousins unlucky enough to wander onto the farm while he was ‘practicing.’ Local media coverage got him an invite to the DSFL combine where he has impressed scouts with his raw strength and speed, although most have noted his extreme inexperience in the sport as a concern.
Rick will be watching the draft from the farm, surrounded by friends, family, beer and cows. Asked if he has any preference as to where he ends up, he simply replied “Just somewhere I can play football and park my RVs.”
Growing up in the sleepy town of Oakey’s Holler, WV (population 300 people, 6 surnames, 146 pot stills) football was the last thing on little Rick’s mind. His high school hardly had the male population to put half a team on the field, so Rick spent his days working on his family’s barley farm and developing a burning interest in practical chemistry.
A science fair experiment on uses for the rest of the match-stick gained Rick interest from several colleges, and after learning about their world class organic chemistry program he settled on Davidson College, in North Carolina, with a full ride scholarship from the Appalachian Science Coalition.
Upon witnessing Mr. Skuff hauling two kegs, one on each shoulder, across campus on the first day of classes Davidson’s football coach rushed over and made an introduction. Rick was able to cement a spot on the team as a walk on his freshman year, and after familiarizing himself with the game for half a season took meaningful snaps in his first year of football, mostly on the goal line.
Skuff started his sophomore season as the #2 back but by mid-season was the lead dog, terrifying linebackers across the Pioneer League with his 240 lbs of pure muscle and beer. Around this time Skuff also started letting his beard grow out, enhancing his intimidating appearance. He finished the year with over 1100 yards and 17 TDs.
After his sophomore season Rick had a disagreement with a professor over the usage of laboratory equipment for ‘home projects’ and was politely asked to leave the school, much to the dismay of the football team and boosters. A late night protest was held but the school held firm, barring him from campus permanently.
Dejected, Rick returned home to the farm, although he was able to put some of his new chemistry knowledge to use improving certain processes. A year back in Oakey’s Holler, however, he began to feel the itch again to play football. He’d only had a taste, but it was enough to give him a hunger. And when Rick is hungry, Rick eats. A restraining order from the Chemist’s Guild prevented him from going back to college to finish his degree, so he focused on his ‘home gym’ of feed bags and ran over any siblings or cousins unlucky enough to wander onto the farm while he was ‘practicing.’ Local media coverage got him an invite to the DSFL combine where he has impressed scouts with his raw strength and speed, although most have noted his extreme inexperience in the sport as a concern.
Rick will be watching the draft from the farm, surrounded by friends, family, beer and cows. Asked if he has any preference as to where he ends up, he simply replied “Just somewhere I can play football and park my RVs.”
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