Make room, Lawrence Taylor, there’s a brand new contender for essentially the most drug-riddled in-game expertise. While Derek Wolfe was nowhere close to the human wrecking ball that LT was, his pregame cocktail of mushrooms and Adderall is a modernized, and tempered, model of the cocaine-fueled tales that got here out of the Giants’ locker room within the ’80s.
“Before games, I was taking microdoses. . . . I’m fucking taking mushrooms and Adderall before I play,” Wolfe stated on Joe Rogan’s podcast.
“Dude, the fucking focus is out of control. I would just, like, before games, I would get myself pissed off — so I just would start thinking about my childhood, all the shit I went through as a kid. And it would fucking get me into this rage mode. It was like this crazy controlled rage.”
I shared that tweet for 2 causes, and neither was redundancy. I’ll get to the paralyzed tidbit later, however I would like you to take a more in-depth have a look at Von Miller in that picture.
That’s the face you make proper after your teammate tells you he’s been hyping himself up on childhood recollections, mushrooms, and Adderall.
“What’s up, Derek? You good?”
“Yeah, just trying to figure out why my father never loved me, if these visions are real, and what I need to do when the guard pulls on that pitch play.”
“OK…”
To be honest, I don’t suppose Wolfe was chomping a bunch of caps, however I do not know in regards to the results of microdosing. All I’ve to go off of is an previous roommate* who drank boomer tea for a couple of month. He additionally was blacking out each different night time, and I needed to shake him awake one night time whereas he was mid-stream, sleep-pissing on the sofa, so I don’t suppose it’s the identical.
(*It’s OK, I’ve had near 25 roommates over my life, and he’s not the one one who urinated on a settee, so I’m not singling anyone out. But you already know who you’re.)
Wolfe went on to say that his magic elixir took his, umm, smack speak to a distinct stage.
“Just, fucking, such a meathead. Saying wild, crazy shit to quarterbacks. I told a guy I was going to fucking eat his kids. It was crazy. . . .
“That’s what you do, man. It’s a head game. I’m trying to get in his head.”
It was at this level within the interview that Rogan ripped off his shirt, knowledgeable Wolfe that he does key bumps to get via marathon podcasts, and challenged Wolfe to a ladder match. Alright, I made up that final half. The different stuff. That occurred, together with this.
Yeah, about that paralyzation story… what the hell, man?
My apologies if I’m late to this story. The aggregators I comply with apparently don’t take heed to the Rogan podcast (and who might blame them).
Here’s the story.
“I was paralyzed for three hours and played two weeks later.
“I couldn’t move. I was just stuck in the ground. It was like I was melted, it was the weirdest feeling, man.
“The doctors wanted me to stay in the hospital, but the team doctors were like ‘you’re good, we can go’ on the team plane back to Denver.
“’It was miserable, every time I got touched my arms would go numb… and I’m a defensive lineman so my head’s getting hit every play.”
The eight-year professional stated that’s when he realized “they don’t care about us.”
He’s not mistaken; I simply thought that it was a given. I imply, Damar Hamlin nearly died on the sector, and the NFL goes to let him play once more if he will get cleared.