We did a bit of football at the state school. It was not a after hours competition with other schools thankfully.
What did my classmates do? Chuckle and smile while shoving me into the nose center spot. Then plopped a 220 pound fridge for me to hold off my quarter back.
I actually managed to make the stop a time or two, the fridge needed help to get through me. But I paid for that. Once I flipped him. Then two backers hit me like a train. I don't remember the rest of that afternoon. But the QB did get he ball away.
A form of legalized beating without fear of getting suspending I suppose. I got my shots in as well.