My e-mail address confirms it. I am 'the' largemelon. I was a dial up internet user back when I created that address; no extra numbers or funky characters needed. I am the largemelon.
With the attached proof from my youth to confirm it. My mom used to sew extended velcro strips on the back of my baseball hat in high school as the 'normal' size was not even close. It made me look faster as well as the hat rarely stayed on my head even with the extra support.
With the craving for the lazy to sue anything and everything, I'm surprised someone in the big head community hasn't sued the hat world for the 'one size fits all' label as I'm here to confirm that one size does NOT fit all. Not even close.
Queue the way back machine to 7th grade with the first more or less formal football practice for yours truly. It took a helmet from what I am guessing the 1950's for one to fit me but what the heck. Large helmet and all, we ruled the gridiron back in 1978. Probably one of my favorite seasons of football. One stinky helmet from I am guessing 20 or so users of said helmet before I stunk it up some more.
Fast forward to my junior year in high school. Another helmet conflict. This time they manually painted an extra large helmet available (it was white) to resemble the school colors. It was close but I stood out for the better or worse with the color mismatch.
Thankfully the district got a few more bucks my senior year so I got to match my teammates on the football field. We still sucked.
Trail Head
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| 7th grade - yours truly in front with the Tom Harmon look - Jim M. photobombing even before there was photobombing |
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| Junior year. 1983. My helmet is a bit brighter than my teammates as they manually spray painted a larger helmet to fit my melon |
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| shout out to my large headed posse |
