There’s always a first time. First training camp, first practice, first team meal. Normally the neophytes do their best to work hard, learn about the team environment, and try to fit into the group. For sure it can be a nervous time, and the last thing they want to do is trip up. Just ask Troy Perkins …
“The whole situation in 2007 started with the fact that it was my first camp. You’re around guys who have been here three or four years and know each other. I was coming off my first year starting in D.C. There’s definitely some nerves, because you don’t feel like you belong yet.
“It’s the third day, and as I sit down for dinner I don’t know a single guy at the table. We had pork chops for dinner that night that were overcooked and basically tasted like rubber, so I threw on some extra gravy to compensate. I’m next to Danny Califf, who is a little bit intimidating if you don’t know him. He's a big guy, from California, and has a lot of tattoos. The last thing you want do is offend someone.
“So I make the first cut of pork chop no problem, but the piece starts moving towards the edge of the plate. On my second attempt, the knife slides out, and the pork chop goes skidding away. It didn’t fall off, but the pool of gravy goes flying all over Danny. My face turned beet red. I apologized five or six times, but the truth was I was trying not to laugh. Thankfully Danny laughed, but I felt pretty stupid.”
Happens to the best of ‘em, and of course Troy recovered from the embarrassment and now has six caps to his credit. Anyone else have a story to share?