"Three eggs, a banana, four tablespoons of protein powder, a quart of milk, and six scoops of ice cream every night" I listed when Donnie Etz asked for my milkshake recipe.
"Make that four times a day" countered the lanky defensive end.
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We were vying for starting spots on the Randolph-Macon College football team. Size hadn't mattered much in high school where determination and hard work could make the difference. Now we were up against the best of the former high schoolers, and they were bigger, faster, and stronger even at Division III schools.
So after a rough first season on the scout team getting trampled by the starters, it was either shit or get off the pot. It would take an off-season commitment to getting bigger and stronger to be able to keep playing. Steroids hadn't yet hit the small college sports scene in the late 1970s, leaving us to our own twisted logic. Three times a week in the weight room and seconds in the college cafeteria were our standard fare that winter, and five pounds each was all we had to show for it.
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"Sure, four times the weight gain is even better" I replied.
After a week on this draconian regime, the reality of a dozen eggs a day on a college budget hit home, not to mention it's interference with the study and party schedule.
"Back to once a day" concluded Donnie. "We'll get the rest of the pounds at Happy Hour."
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