Greg Lloyd II (cont.)
But while the father-son similarities on the field are obvious, they don't extend past football.
"That aggression my dad played with," Lloyd II said, "It just carried over."
He paused. "To everything."
Lloyd Sr. was given the nickname "Just Plain Nasty" during his professional career -- and he certainly earned it. He developed a knack for shoving reporters and swearing during interviews, and to make matters worse, Lloyd Sr.'s malicious reputation translated to his family life. In 2001, he was accused of sticking a gun down his son's mouth and shortly after, pointing one at his ex-wife, Rhonda.
Outside of football, the most violent thing Lloyd II has done is play video games.
"Never play this kid in Call of Duty," Ryan warned. "He'll run around and knife his own teammates."
Ryan jokingly compares being friends with Lloyd II to hanging out with a five-year-old. When Ryan asks Lloyd II a serious question, he's usually greeted by the sophomore linebacker's signature response: "Your Mom." Sometimes, if Ryan is lucky, Lloyd II will skip the "your mom" and simply stick out his tongue. Lloyd II's goofy personality and upbeat outlook on life have made him one of the most likeable athletes on campus. According to Ryan, he can walk into a party without knowing a single person and leave as everyone's best friend.
Lloyd II hasn't talked to his father in six years. He does, however, wear his dad's No. 95 jersey. He always has. In fact, Lloyd II wore it in baseball and lobbied for it as a high school basketball player as well. Many people, including his mother, ask one question -- Why?
"Is my dad a good role model? He's far from it," Lloyd II said. "But as an athlete, I admire him. Now I understand how great he was. I kind of keep it as a family memento."
While Lloyd Sr. spends his "downtime" as a black belt Karate instructor in Georgia, Lloyd II always finds a safe haven at his computer. It's his place to unwind, to have a sense of purpose off the field. He opens his laptop and just lets his thoughts flow:
"So, I presume you inherited that sword from your father," Suichi said as he looked me up and down.
I slowly drew my sword from its sheath and stared in awe of its magnificence. The blade was long and slender, but you could see the power in it just by looking at it. Towards the bottom on my blade, close to the handle, there were two black flames etched into both sides of the blade with blue interior flames.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" Suichi said.
"Don't bother warning me," I said. "I can handle myself."
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