Yeah, when we were able to get a drink, twice...once before practice and once after conditioning, we drank out of a water hose that was hooked up to a rusted pipe. If that was now, I could probably sue the school, for something....I'm guessing now it causes Cancer to drink from rusted pipe, whateva'. We were Men those days, with the track coach as our conditioning coach, we also practiced on the baseball field that was full of ant hills...and I do mean FULL. But, we got used to the ant bites...again, because we were Men in those days. Also, our weight room was a large metal building out in open area...no shade, nothing. No insulation, only one fan and we didn't get to use it, because that was for the baseball and basketball team. And don't get me started on the weights benches. I'll talk about one of them, one had a Nail that would stick through, towards the ass end of the bench...so, if you shifted around while trying to bench..you'd get a nice little poke with a nail (which was probably rusted). Again, we didn't care, because that was all we knew. But yet, we would get beat like a drum by the likes of Minor, Hewitt Trussville, Vestavia, Mountain Brook, Huffman (They've always had an OL the size of Andre Smith)...we were a small 5A HS, that was put in the 6A because they counted the students that went to our Vocational School as our students...eventhough the students came from Curry, Warrior and Fultondale.