10 FRIDAY. JANUARY 11. 2008 and SAM PERKINS THE SHORTER. THE WHITER Sam Perkins is a senior environmental studies and journalism double major. E-MAIL SSPERKINOEMAIL.UNC.EDU Walking a mile in another’s cleats Putting ourselves in another's shoes is often the only true way to understand what another goes through. It’s true for teachers and parents, who rarely get due respect until we pop out a few children and try to raise and educate them. The same general lack of respect goes for a third group football players. It might be easy to casually say or think that f( Kit ball players, even on perennially losing teams, play their hearts out. But there’s more than that. Young men truly sacrifice their bodies for their goals and your entertainment. This fall I found out just how true that Is, scratching a lifelong itch bv joining the UNC Club FiKitball team. UNIVERSITY COLUMNIST Above anything else, my respect for die game and the players went to a whole new level. It was an interesting perspective t< i come in and play competitive, full-contact football from essen tially the perspective of a tan. Every instance of screaming something along the lines of “CMON, I COULD ha\t: made that PI AY!" was put to the test As I learned plating most of the season at defensive tackle and on special teams against other club teams and even Division-11l and junior colleges, nothing comes close to tlie real thing. Not poorly refereed flag football. Not backyard tackle fiKitball. Nothing. Our 30-person squad had practice three days a week, and it almost lasted until 11 p.m. on some nights. There were no worries about just bench-warming, and that was good because these were all guts who wanted to plat . No one receives scholarships. In fact we have to pay more than $lOO in fees just to play. And Coach Lynn Feathcrstone doesn’t get paid a dime —much less $2 million for his time. On the field, football pads seemed to be a bit counterintui tive. They definitely remove any inhibition one guy might have about turning himself into a missile against another guy. The hits don’t really hurt any particular spot Thanks to how pads dissipate ener gy. hits hurt all over. When they resonate into tour head, you lose valuable focus already hampered by a traffic jam of bodies and action in your field of vision. And pads don't protect every thing. My arms quickly had more black and blue than natural pig ment —and I don't bruise easily. Especially at defensive tackle, the contact between forearms and facemasks is plenty and brutal. And then there are places where pads don't matter. Watching foot ball on TV or from the stands, tak ing a hit at the knees doesn’t look tiKi liad. But it doesn't take much force the wrong way on a knee before it feels like w alking won’t be in your near future. On my very first play in a game, I drew a chop-block penalty, engaging the left guard while the center dove at my knees. It felt like pulling a muscle and hitting a fttnny bone ... with a lot more pain. Knees might not be able to produce children, but take a hard hit at the knees from even a small guy, and you’ll treasure your knees as though they can. Look, were you to show Duke football platers any sympathy, it would hate to be for the reason that they go out on the field, know they are going to blow like a hur ricane and get about as banged up as a mobile home in one but still go out and play the game for their love of it and the fans' love of ft. My whole experience changed how I watch and write about foot ball. It's more difficult now to listen to sports critics who constantly ride a guy. Am I still critical of players? Of course, but not nearly as much. Seeing contact and engaging a 300-plus-pound man in contact are worlds apart. So if you’re sit ting in the stands next fall watch ing the Tar Heels win 12 games or none at all. feel for the guys out on the field. Otherwise, go put yourself in their shoes, pads and helmet. EDITORIAL CARTOON By Alex Lee, lobinOemail unc.edu Barack: Obama gi'V&s. Hillary Clinton