Post by Steve Sinclair on Aug 4, 2018 13:32:38 GMT
You could be sitting there in your easy chair, on the bus on your phone, on the shitter even, and you could be asking yourself one question right now.
Well it’s a simple question to answer really. OGDA is the alter ego of Bester Freund. #Duh
Now, I know, you have a new question.
Today is your lucky my friend, that is also a simple answer. Bester is a guy who used to play in the NFL. 5 season in total, albeit 2 of them on the practice squad for the Arizona Cardinals. His hometown team. That should answer your burning question of “Where is this knucklehead from.” He also went to college in Arizona as well. Local boy, grew up and play high school, college and pro football, all the while, while still living at home with his mamma and his bestest buddy in the whole wide world. His friend, his running buddy. The only person he cares about in the whole world, besides his mom that is, Sparky! I know, i know.
I’m getting to it. Geez, relax. Sparky, is short for Spartacus and Spartacus is a orange striped cat. Sparky has been there for Bester’s “career”, for his whole, well career. Bester found Sparky as a kitten with his head stuck in a chain link fence one morning before school. This poor little kitty was screaming it’s tiny little head off for bloody murder as it couldn’t get out of the chain link fence. Bester searched and searched for this kitty in distress and when Bester found him, well, his heart ached. Tears came to his eyes and he asked “How could someone do this?” You see, Spartacus was shoved head first in the fence, zipped tied in place and a m80 taped to him. For whatever reason, the M80 didn’t go off.
Bester didn’t go to school that day. He carefully freed this tiny little kitty from the fence, removed the zip ties, the M80 and nursed this frightened poor kitty back to health. Every dime Bester made as a kid, delivering newspapers, mowing lawns, albeit not a huge demand for that in Arizona, went into caring for his best buddy Sparky.
And unlike most cats who just ignore you and act all ungrateful stuck up snobs, Sparky never forgot who saved him, who found him, who feed him and cares for him. Sparky has never left his side.
As you could tell, Bester is special. He was picked on in school. Bullied and punched repeatedly. His books knocked out of his arms, his lunch stolen, his lunch money taken from him. School, all 3 stages of it was not kind to him. Especially with the jocks. They shit on him unmercifully, it was almost a sport to them. Bester would come home in tears and he just didn’t understand why everyone picked on him. His mom would comfort him, Sparky would sit on his chest while he cried in his bed and he would purr, which would calm Bester down.
Then one day, at the urging of his uncle Harold, who worked in a junkyard and drank beers (While working no less) and talked about that one time as the school’s QB, he lead the team to go state, he urged Bester to sign up for the football team in the fall.
“Bester!” he would say, his words all slurred and shit. “Dey pick on ya! CUZ! You’re not one of em! Join da fucking football team! Den dey won’t, you know, fucking pick on ya!”
“But I don’t know how to play Uncle Harold.” Bester would say. Bester didn’t know his father at all. Uncle Harold was the closest he had to a father figure in his life. Even to this day, Bester has no idea who his father is.
“Listen! I’m fucking telling you!” Harold said while cracking open another beer. His uncle also lived at the junkyard, in a camper in the back of the lot. “Protect the quarterback! O line Bester! You’re a big son of a bitch! Protect the QB, don’t let anyone get to him, he’ll be you best friend!”
This idea, that Jacob Tillman, the star QB could be his best friend was something…..why it was that dreams were made of! Bester had no friends. No one liked him, and what his uncle told him made sense. Don’t let anyone hurt Jacob and he’ll have to like you! So with this plan in his mind. He signed up for football in his freshman year. The coaches liked the thought of a big kid like Bester, who was one of the biggest in school, on their team. But it was Bester, he didn’t know how to play and like most high school coaches, they ain’t got time to teach a mamma boys!.
Tryouts. They didn’t go so good. Bester did what his Uncle told him to do. Signed up for the O line. He couldn’t hike the ball so center was out of the question. Inside didn’t work, he was getting bowled over. Outside was no better. He was getting beaten. He was about to get cut, which in itself would be a record cuz no one got cut from the team.
And Jacob? Jacob laughed at him, he would berate him on the field in front of the other players and soon it became a feast. They would all gang up on Bester till he cried and as you know, there is no crying in football. Bester took it as best as he could. He bottled much of it inside but even he has his limits.
“Why don’t you just fucking leave! No one wants you on this team! You disappoint everyone, including your mom! I heard your mom the other night say she wishes she aborted you instead!”
“Don’t talk about my mom Jacob. That’s not nice.”
“I will talk shit about your mom if I want! Hell, I will fuck your mom if I want, fucking everyone else has!”
“Come on Jacob…”
“Just shut the fuck up Bester! You know, that’s a fucking stupid name. Bester. Where does that shit come from?”
“It’s German.”
“It’s fucking gay that’s what it is! Gay! Bet you like that don’t you! Sucking cock, stick a dick in your asshole? You’re into that aren’t you? Fucking faggot.”
“Jacob….stop.”
“I bet your old man is gay. Is that why he’s not around. He’s down at the YMCA fucking his buddies?”
“I don’t know….”
“Just leave loser! No one wants you here! You’re pathetic! Worthless! A waste of everyone’s time! Just get out of here! LEAVE!”
Normally, Bester would leave, lower his head and slowly make his way off the field fighting back the tears. But the idea he had in his mind, that he could be Jacob’s friend, best friend, friends that go fishing together, swipe nudie magazines from the gas station together, light firecrackers and share one's deepest thought and ideas with, that idea, that fantasy was falling apart right in front of him. This made him mad. This made him angry. The bottle was full and it couldn’t take in any more abuse from no one, not even Jacob!
Bester dropped his helmet, tightened his fists, looked up at Jacob, or rather down at Jacob as Bester was a good five inches taller than him and through tear filled eyes, punched Jacob with all of his might! Bester in one punch knocked Jacob out cold!
Everyone was stunned! I mean stunned! It sucked the air out of the football field. Gaping mouths, wide eyes of “Holy fucking shit! Did this just happen?” Before anything more could happen, the coaches snatched Bester up and got him out of there. The head coach screaming and yelling at Bester the whole time. “How dare you! What is wrong with you boy! Do you know what you just did to this team? What if you just injured our QB?” Bester would plead for forgiveness. He would say I’m sorry several hundred times but the coach would have none of it, and just like that, Bester was gone from the team.
But
There is always a but isn’t there?
Kenny LaQuee. Star defensive back, All state honors and even in the 10th grade has recruits coming around talking to him after games, he watched what went down and he thought. “Maybe Bester is better for defense?” It was Kenny that showed up at Bester’s home the next day. Sat on the porch and talked to Bester to giving football one more shot. The “D” as Kenny put it, has a hole or two in the middle. Johnny and Jimmy, cousins, graduated last year and went to college. The D needs some help and with some help Kenny told Bester, I think you can fill those holes. “How about, instead of protecting the QB, you go after the QB?” Kenny said. “I tell you Bester, there is no better feeling than sacking the QB and watching them tremble in fear on every play cuz you’re going to get em.”
Bester agreed to give it one more shot. He didn’t tell Kenny this, but after knocking Jacob out, Bester felt…..good? Felt like he became a man? It was hard for him to explain, but he liked the feeling.
Kenny smoothed it over with the coach. He was dead set against it and Kenny worked with Bester every day, every weekend to get him ready to at least holding his own on the field. Kenny had to teach Bester how to play football really. Worked with him on the playbook, what everything means and what to look for. Will Bester be as good as Johnny and Jimmy? No. No one was going to be, but could he fill the holes and tackle someone? He hoped he could.
It wasn’t till week 3 before Bester saw any action on the field, and that only happened because the team couldn’t stop the run in the first 2 games, averaging 500 yard per game, and the first quarter it was run city for the opposing team. 100 yards given up on ten plays from scrimmage. Kenny finally talked the coach in putting Bester in the game. “Give him a shot! He’s a body that could get in the way! What do you have to lose? The game? We’re down 28-0 as it is!”
“FINE!” the coach barked.
The final score. 28-24 Still a loss, yes. But the other team, they ended the game with 125 yards on the ground. Oh, and a new school record was set in that game. Broke a long time school record for sacks in a game. The new record?
10
10 sacks in a game by one player. That player’s name?
Bester Freund.
“Who in the fuck is OGDA and why should I care?”
Well it’s a simple question to answer really. OGDA is the alter ego of Bester Freund. #Duh
Now, I know, you have a new question.
“Who in the fuck is Bester Freund and why should I care?”
Today is your lucky my friend, that is also a simple answer. Bester is a guy who used to play in the NFL. 5 season in total, albeit 2 of them on the practice squad for the Arizona Cardinals. His hometown team. That should answer your burning question of “Where is this knucklehead from.” He also went to college in Arizona as well. Local boy, grew up and play high school, college and pro football, all the while, while still living at home with his mamma and his bestest buddy in the whole wide world. His friend, his running buddy. The only person he cares about in the whole world, besides his mom that is, Sparky! I know, i know.
“Who the fuck is Sparky and why should I care?”
I’m getting to it. Geez, relax. Sparky, is short for Spartacus and Spartacus is a orange striped cat. Sparky has been there for Bester’s “career”, for his whole, well career. Bester found Sparky as a kitten with his head stuck in a chain link fence one morning before school. This poor little kitty was screaming it’s tiny little head off for bloody murder as it couldn’t get out of the chain link fence. Bester searched and searched for this kitty in distress and when Bester found him, well, his heart ached. Tears came to his eyes and he asked “How could someone do this?” You see, Spartacus was shoved head first in the fence, zipped tied in place and a m80 taped to him. For whatever reason, the M80 didn’t go off.
Bester didn’t go to school that day. He carefully freed this tiny little kitty from the fence, removed the zip ties, the M80 and nursed this frightened poor kitty back to health. Every dime Bester made as a kid, delivering newspapers, mowing lawns, albeit not a huge demand for that in Arizona, went into caring for his best buddy Sparky.
And unlike most cats who just ignore you and act all ungrateful stuck up snobs, Sparky never forgot who saved him, who found him, who feed him and cares for him. Sparky has never left his side.
As you could tell, Bester is special. He was picked on in school. Bullied and punched repeatedly. His books knocked out of his arms, his lunch stolen, his lunch money taken from him. School, all 3 stages of it was not kind to him. Especially with the jocks. They shit on him unmercifully, it was almost a sport to them. Bester would come home in tears and he just didn’t understand why everyone picked on him. His mom would comfort him, Sparky would sit on his chest while he cried in his bed and he would purr, which would calm Bester down.
Then one day, at the urging of his uncle Harold, who worked in a junkyard and drank beers (While working no less) and talked about that one time as the school’s QB, he lead the team to go state, he urged Bester to sign up for the football team in the fall.
“Bester!” he would say, his words all slurred and shit. “Dey pick on ya! CUZ! You’re not one of em! Join da fucking football team! Den dey won’t, you know, fucking pick on ya!”
“But I don’t know how to play Uncle Harold.” Bester would say. Bester didn’t know his father at all. Uncle Harold was the closest he had to a father figure in his life. Even to this day, Bester has no idea who his father is.
“Listen! I’m fucking telling you!” Harold said while cracking open another beer. His uncle also lived at the junkyard, in a camper in the back of the lot. “Protect the quarterback! O line Bester! You’re a big son of a bitch! Protect the QB, don’t let anyone get to him, he’ll be you best friend!”
This idea, that Jacob Tillman, the star QB could be his best friend was something…..why it was that dreams were made of! Bester had no friends. No one liked him, and what his uncle told him made sense. Don’t let anyone hurt Jacob and he’ll have to like you! So with this plan in his mind. He signed up for football in his freshman year. The coaches liked the thought of a big kid like Bester, who was one of the biggest in school, on their team. But it was Bester, he didn’t know how to play and like most high school coaches, they ain’t got time to teach a mamma boys!.
Tryouts. They didn’t go so good. Bester did what his Uncle told him to do. Signed up for the O line. He couldn’t hike the ball so center was out of the question. Inside didn’t work, he was getting bowled over. Outside was no better. He was getting beaten. He was about to get cut, which in itself would be a record cuz no one got cut from the team.
And Jacob? Jacob laughed at him, he would berate him on the field in front of the other players and soon it became a feast. They would all gang up on Bester till he cried and as you know, there is no crying in football. Bester took it as best as he could. He bottled much of it inside but even he has his limits.
“Why don’t you just fucking leave! No one wants you on this team! You disappoint everyone, including your mom! I heard your mom the other night say she wishes she aborted you instead!”
“Don’t talk about my mom Jacob. That’s not nice.”
“I will talk shit about your mom if I want! Hell, I will fuck your mom if I want, fucking everyone else has!”
“Come on Jacob…”
“Just shut the fuck up Bester! You know, that’s a fucking stupid name. Bester. Where does that shit come from?”
“It’s German.”
“It’s fucking gay that’s what it is! Gay! Bet you like that don’t you! Sucking cock, stick a dick in your asshole? You’re into that aren’t you? Fucking faggot.”
“Jacob….stop.”
“I bet your old man is gay. Is that why he’s not around. He’s down at the YMCA fucking his buddies?”
“I don’t know….”
“Just leave loser! No one wants you here! You’re pathetic! Worthless! A waste of everyone’s time! Just get out of here! LEAVE!”
Normally, Bester would leave, lower his head and slowly make his way off the field fighting back the tears. But the idea he had in his mind, that he could be Jacob’s friend, best friend, friends that go fishing together, swipe nudie magazines from the gas station together, light firecrackers and share one's deepest thought and ideas with, that idea, that fantasy was falling apart right in front of him. This made him mad. This made him angry. The bottle was full and it couldn’t take in any more abuse from no one, not even Jacob!
Bester dropped his helmet, tightened his fists, looked up at Jacob, or rather down at Jacob as Bester was a good five inches taller than him and through tear filled eyes, punched Jacob with all of his might! Bester in one punch knocked Jacob out cold!
Everyone was stunned! I mean stunned! It sucked the air out of the football field. Gaping mouths, wide eyes of “Holy fucking shit! Did this just happen?” Before anything more could happen, the coaches snatched Bester up and got him out of there. The head coach screaming and yelling at Bester the whole time. “How dare you! What is wrong with you boy! Do you know what you just did to this team? What if you just injured our QB?” Bester would plead for forgiveness. He would say I’m sorry several hundred times but the coach would have none of it, and just like that, Bester was gone from the team.
But
There is always a but isn’t there?
Kenny LaQuee. Star defensive back, All state honors and even in the 10th grade has recruits coming around talking to him after games, he watched what went down and he thought. “Maybe Bester is better for defense?” It was Kenny that showed up at Bester’s home the next day. Sat on the porch and talked to Bester to giving football one more shot. The “D” as Kenny put it, has a hole or two in the middle. Johnny and Jimmy, cousins, graduated last year and went to college. The D needs some help and with some help Kenny told Bester, I think you can fill those holes. “How about, instead of protecting the QB, you go after the QB?” Kenny said. “I tell you Bester, there is no better feeling than sacking the QB and watching them tremble in fear on every play cuz you’re going to get em.”
Bester agreed to give it one more shot. He didn’t tell Kenny this, but after knocking Jacob out, Bester felt…..good? Felt like he became a man? It was hard for him to explain, but he liked the feeling.
Kenny smoothed it over with the coach. He was dead set against it and Kenny worked with Bester every day, every weekend to get him ready to at least holding his own on the field. Kenny had to teach Bester how to play football really. Worked with him on the playbook, what everything means and what to look for. Will Bester be as good as Johnny and Jimmy? No. No one was going to be, but could he fill the holes and tackle someone? He hoped he could.
It wasn’t till week 3 before Bester saw any action on the field, and that only happened because the team couldn’t stop the run in the first 2 games, averaging 500 yard per game, and the first quarter it was run city for the opposing team. 100 yards given up on ten plays from scrimmage. Kenny finally talked the coach in putting Bester in the game. “Give him a shot! He’s a body that could get in the way! What do you have to lose? The game? We’re down 28-0 as it is!”
“FINE!” the coach barked.
The final score. 28-24 Still a loss, yes. But the other team, they ended the game with 125 yards on the ground. Oh, and a new school record was set in that game. Broke a long time school record for sacks in a game. The new record?
10
10 sacks in a game by one player. That player’s name?
Bester Freund.