My First Snap

Right off the bat I am going to tell you this one will be long winded but well worth it. It’s a great story and will explain a lot about the way I snap and teach my Long Snappers.

I am at UCLA and my first year is basically filled with coaches saying this, “Rubio, go play offensive line for scout team” In case you don’t know what the scout team is, let me clarify: blocking dummy with less pull. I was 18 years old, very chubby (I will choose not to use the word fat thank you very much), red shirting and third string Long Snapper. I was beyond the lowest man on the totem pole. I did what I was told and embraced. It stunk, but I was on the team.

My second season, I am the backup Long Snapper and actually getting a couple reps. When you are the second string guy at a skilled position, “couple reps” means maybe two per week. Those reps better be perfect or you will get even less the following week and your chance of sniffing the field will be become less and less a reality.

Anyway, I am fully cherishing my role as the second string Long Snapper. Lots of relaxing and not a lot of doing. I basically warmed up and had the best seat in the house for the game. All was well until I started to really think about being the second string guy. The main thought rolling around in my dome was: ok, so if this guy (the starter) goes down, I have to be ready to go right away. This was quite the concern to me for a couple reasons. First, am I really ready to go into a college game and do one of the most incredible and difficult things in sports (why yes, being upside down, hitting a perfect spot and having someone want to crush you is very difficult…a quarterback gets to stand up, look around and has people blocking for them…Long Snapper, not so much help or simplicity)? Second, how would I know when to start loosening up to get ready to snap in the game? This one might need a bit of explanation. In case you have never seen me in action (bending) I am quite possibly the most un-flexible human being in the history of man. Try to imagine a frozen caveman dipped into cement and you have me. Trainers at UCLA seriously told me that I was the most un-flexible athlete, not limiting me to just football, they have ever seen. Given, I embraced and I am pretty sure Sailer high-fived me when he found out that little fact about me.

Enough background, we are playing Arizona St. and it is getting out of hand….in a good way. By the end of the first quarter I think we were up by 20 and it just kept snowballing from there. At halftime, we were up 42-0. I begin my trot into the locker room and a coach grabs me and says, “Rubio, this keeps up and you’re getting some reps in the game.” Words cannot express how fast and hard my heart was pounding. I make it to the locker room and immediately start a power stretch. By end of halftime, I am in deep lather from stretching as hard as ever.

Third quarter comes and goes. We are still crushing them and I am snapping footballs on the sideline like it is going out of style. Finally, with about five minutes left in the game, a coach tells me, “Rubio, we attempt a field goal and you are going in” More stretching, more snaps, more cardiac arrest.

We are driving, I move towards the coaches, we stall and the ball is on the 25. Field goal unit is called. This is when the story really gets going. I jog on the field and get in our huddle. Things are said. I remember nothing. I was focused. Too focused. I meander up to the ball. Long-haired monster from Arizona St. is staring me down. He is exhausted. I am of course fresh as can be. I place my hands on the ball. Time stops. I look at my right hand and flip out. Here is where over thinking plays havoc on a Long Snapper and why I am so adamant about my Long Snappers not doing so.

I couldn’t remember if my dominant ring finger was just above, on or below the lace. I must have adjusted it from above, to on, to below twenty times in ten seconds (seemed like hours). Nothing felt right and I was thinking so hard on where my darn finger was supposed to go. I looked and nothing looked right. Take a gander at the photos to see how truly different all of these finger placements are and why I should have stressed so much about it:)

Finally, after a couple days (or ten seconds) the guy (remember my long-haired pal from Arizona St who is waiting to crush me) says to me in the kindest, most gentile voice (not really), “JUST SNAP THE BALL _________!” (please feel free to throw in any degrading adjective you would like and you won’t equal what was sprayed to me). I heard him, took a quick breath and snapped the ball. The ball wobbled a tad, but was still money. My first college play was over. I had snapped a good ball and learned a very valuable lesson….do NOT over think when snapping. My long-haired buddy yelled at me but was dead on. I just needed to snap the ball. No thinking, just snapping.

From this point on, I knew to not over think any of my snapping. And, in turn, why I am always telling all of my Long Snappers to let me think for them and have them just snap the ball. Like I say, we are not working for NASA, it is simply a dead animal that I need you to snap really hard.

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