Running laps was Coach Twid's favorite punishment, and I was awarded many of those. Sometimes even when I wasn't guilty of a crime. At one time he would tape a hard pad on one of my shins, he would always take an exta wrap with the tape so as to get into the area that I hadn't shaved. Ouch! During one game I made a pretty good block and tore it right off. I ran over to the sidelines to have him tape it back on. When he asked me if I had made that block I replied "yer dern tootin". Later one of the ol' grads convinced him I had used the other "d" word, so on Monday after practice I was runnin' laps. :) Again!