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Originally Posted by ArtMonkDrillz
When I was a kid I went to Art Monk Football Camp twice, the summers before and after the last Super Bowl. Every day we got to meet awesome players: Darrell Green; Charles Mann; Gary Clark; and obviously Art Monk. Before every practice we had this warm up where we would yell "ART MONK DRILL" the whole time. I can't really remember what exactly it involved, but there wasn't much to it besides slapping your own pads and yelling.
Why I decided to end it with a Z, I wish I knew.  |
My little brother went to Art Monk Football Camp when he was around 9 or 10 years old. He was showing out big time at the camp apparently, but he ended up catching an elbow or shoulder to the face and broke his nose really badly. He was crying and bleeding everywhere, and Art actually carried him off the field to the infirmary. I was so jealous when I heard the story. I was 13 or 14 at the time (around 1991-1992), and Art was my favorite Redskin next to Darrel Green and Charles Mann. Funny thing is, my bro could care less about the Redskins, so he didn't think anything of it. He's a freakish athlete- he was a sponsored snowboarder for a while, and he was on the 16 and under US team for soccer. He played football for a few Maplewood (kind of like Pop Warner in the DC area) teams and in high school for a few years, and was the best receiver anywhere he went. Now he's a buddhist and a photographer in NYC. Go figure. If I had his athleticism I'd probably be wearing the burgundy and gold.