Part 1:
A Dime A Dozen
AJ Barker
It’s over.
Thank you for that last bit of motivation I needed to put myself over the top. Thank you for showing me your true colors; that you will stop at nothing to prove you have control over me. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to play on your team. Thank you for “loving” me. Thank you for proving that with hard work and persistence people can go very far, even if they are less qualified/talented than their competition. Thank you for not giving me a scholarship. Thank you for providing me with an additional perspective of how to coach a college football team.
Now, in honor of my family and myself I’m done with you for good. In light of that pathetic, manipulative display of rage and love you put on this past Thursday, I have come to the decision, with the guidance of my parents and my closest friends, that my time on this team has come to an end. It kills me that I have to do this before the season’s over, but this is the only way I can protect myself against the manipulation and abuse I’d have to endure from you the rest of this season.
There’s nothing special about me?
I’m a dime a dozen?
You don’t know what “fucked up things happened to me to screw me up so much as a person”?
My stock fell as a person since I got injured?
You had 5 of me at Northern Illinois?
You say I’ll never earn a scholarship under you? That I don’t deserve one?
…And then you followed this outburst of rage with an attempt to love me in the most manipulative, deceitful way possible.
You “love” me?
You think I can be a special player?
You think I have what it takes to go to the NFL?
Me and you are the same?
I think I have life all figured out?
……..
Well, Jerry Kill, I don’t choose to believe I’m a dime a dozen. My parents raised me in the most honorable and noble way possible, they never took from me. They never lied to me, or hurt me. There weren’t any “fucked up” things that happened to me growing up and it’s a disgrace to the effort my parents put forward every single day they were around me to insinuate anything of that sort. My parents and friends are extremely proud of me. They don’t view me as screwed up. In honor of everyone I associate myself with, I will not accept your ruthless attempt to degrade and belittle me. I am an upstanding member of society and a paying/honest student at the University of Minnesota. I haven’t got in trouble with the law. I don’t have any demons in my closet. I don’t mistreat or hurt the people around me. I carry myself with dignity and respect.
Here’s to my injury… My best way to tell all this is simply to explain everything I can.
I sprained my ankle while running into the endzone on a touchdown against Purdue. There was no MRI following the injury because we (the trainers and myself) didn’t think it was necessary. My personal reasoning for not getting an MRI was because I didn’t want to entertain the possibility of my injury being severe, and I’d rather push as hard as I can to rehab it believing it was a minor issue. I figured if it was something severe, my rehab would be greatly affected and time would tell me that something more serious has happened. I had some discomfort in front of my achilles tendon above my heal. I was limited in being able to get the “pop” I was used to from my ankle.
Well, I got back up to about 90 percent in the week leading up to the Michigan game. Then, in warm ups, right before we were finished, I planted my foot normally and felt a cracking sensation in my Anterior Talofibular Ligament (ATL) in my ankle (for the record, at the time of the “tweak” I did not know the name of the ligament). Following that cracking sensation the ligament got instantly stiff and I could feel it pressing against the bottom of my Fibula. At the time of my injury (Michigan warm ups to be clear) I told myself over and over and over again it was nothing serious, I simply tweaked it and I’ll be back soon. My recovery did not follow that fantasy. I didn’t have much swelling (which can happen with high ankle sprains), but my ankle had no explosiveness whatsoever and I my ATL was throbbing and unable to function.
This time around, my ankle did not progress like it had the week before. I wasn’t making any improvement day-to-day with my ATL. The training staff informed me they weren’t going to try and have me play against Illinois, which I was forced to realize wasn’t possible anyways. And when the Monday after the Illinois game came around, I realized I was still making very limited progress. At this point the training staff hadn’t updated me on what happened to my ankle, no one had informed I suffered a high ankle sprain of any sort. I was told it was simply a day-to-day thing with the typical response from the trainers, ‘lets see how it does tomorrow’. This past Tuesday, you forced me to practice. That was proven impossible when I couldn’t get through warm ups. After talking with Ed Lochery, I withdrew from practice and participated in the “orange shirt workouts” for players that are sitting out of practice with an injury. After completing that workout, I was on the sideline watching practice when you approached me and asked me what I was doing. I told you I gave it a try and couldn’t even get through warm ups, at which point you retorted quite aggressively, “This trains moving on with out you. When you get back, you’ll have to work your way from the bottom up.”…and some other motivating jargin that I took as exactly that, motivation. A part of me was upset because I still didn’t know what my ankle injury was and I hadn’t had an MRI to this point, but another part was ready to come back better than ever and have my best performance(s) of the year. I embraced the opportunity to come back from the bottom, because like you have always failed to recognize, I’m legitimately good at football. I couldn’t wait to go against players I was legitimately better than and beat play in and play out. I was committed to taking my game to the next level.