- Joined
- Aug 21, 2011
It was mid august and the and the Sparta High School football team was just finishing practice on a warm sticky afternoon. The coach worked them hard, and Robby Girard had earned his spot as middle linebacker for his speed and agressiveness, not his size. At 5' 11 and just 170 lbs he was amoung the smallest linebackers in the league, but he he was ruthlessly agressive, and his wirey, well muscled body was amoung the most feared in their divison. He made anyone breaking through the defensive line pay dearly for the priveledge by delivering the consistantly punishing hits, that would become is trademark.
As Robby left the locker rooms after showering, and headed to the parking lot where his motorcycle sat waiting. as he walked over to it, he saw a redheaded girl, who he recognized as a member of the marching band struggling with her car, and the car was winning as it refused to start. He started over to her car, and asked her if she needed help. "Hi there" he said. "My name is Robby, can I help?" His blue eyes shown down ather as she sat in the drivers seat.
As Robby left the locker rooms after showering, and headed to the parking lot where his motorcycle sat waiting. as he walked over to it, he saw a redheaded girl, who he recognized as a member of the marching band struggling with her car, and the car was winning as it refused to start. He started over to her car, and asked her if she needed help. "Hi there" he said. "My name is Robby, can I help?" His blue eyes shown down ather as she sat in the drivers seat.