Reaper is one of my many nicknames. This one, from back in the day of my youth playing football in local playground leagues. So named for my ability to kill plays behind the line of scrimmage as well as sacking Quarterbacks.

Bub, my partner in crime. Silently would contain QB's as we drove the offensive line back. Stealth, because they never saw him coming. In a typical pass-rush attack, I would collapse the front line and penetrate or sweep in off of a stunt from the right side. As quarterbacks scrambled away from me, they typically ended up in the Stealthy attack of my friend, Bub.

One of the strongest and craftiest players around, Barry was always hard hitting and played middle linebacker better than most people I know. Aged and niggled by injuries in real life, thanks to fummbl we can keep refreshing him in his youth.

Good 'ol Bert. The man who feels no pain. I seen this dude have a fork slammed into his hand and a heavy guy lean on it and all he did was smile at him. He's insane and one tough dude. Thank goodness he's a State Trooper carrying a gun now.

The athlete, who seemed to always eat his "wheaties". Wheaty is one of my best friends, tall, lean, athletic and has good hands on him. A good reciever he was.

More of a tight end and utility player, Brian was good at pretty much anything, but didn't excel at any one thing either. Still he managed to be where you needed him when you needed him, and he had the most unusual and funny laugh you would ever hear.

My younger brother. Called Hot-Dog because he always seemed to be showing off and could do anything from run good and dodge tacklers to throw the ball with deadly accuracy, to catching anything thrown at him. And he would do flips to boot. A true hot dog!

Donny was always silent-but-deadly. You never heard much from him, but he was always thinking, playing the smart man's game. He'd sit back and wait for his moment to strike.

Now having -1 Strength is actually close to real. Don never was that strong, just sneaky.

My 3rd cousing, always up for a game, and adequate player. Now I think he's a park ranger out in the Western USA.

This dude and I never got along for years, then become good friends. Tough and solid, he was always a good athlete and played a good hard game of ball.

The center for my last team I played on, in contact-Flag football, he's a good friend and punishing blocker. Good hands on him too for a big guy.

Another one of my best friends. Jeff, or Butthead, was called such long before Beavis and Butthead ever made it to TV. Always doing dumb stuff at parties, he was a good blocker and played Center, Line and Tight End.

The best story was during a scrimmage match in a flag-football league. We did a center-screen play with the tight-end dropping into the center of the blockers. The play worked awesome, Jeff broke free and downfield for a TD. The problem was that the defenders missed his flags but got his shorts. He ended up scoring the TD in his underware!

The cheese master is Joey B. Known for doing silly things and always calling for Cheese plays in almost everything he did. Cheese Master is still alive, now playing on fummbl.

The Big Man. Sweet Load. Moves well and hits hard. He's always been "The Man"!