I was just thinking about the time that I wanted to play football. I wanted so badly to be a cornerback, that's CORNERBACK. The all caps is because my uncle, father and mother all yelled at me saying that I could wish and dream all that I want, I would never be a quarterback. I already knew that, and didn't care because I wanted to intercept the ball. I wanted to return punts for touchdowns and work on being the quickest, fastest guy on the field. I had played soccer all my life to that point and defense was already my specialty. I thought that my goal of becoming a cornerback was a reasonable one. I was also really small and weak. But also really fast and had good instincts. So anyway, I should have just went for it and not communicated with anyone but myself and my coaches. I did intercept our quarterback once in practice and he hit me so hard for doing so that my helmet came off. Then he tried to help me up and tell me what a good read it was, but I was knocked unconscious. No checks for concussion, they just woke me up and set me playing again. It's tough being a kid. Besides that I was constantly being made fun of at school for making good grades. Constantly being nagged to work harder at school when I was at home. I don't miss that part of life one bit. Guess I should be thankful, all of that bullshit did make me into one hell of a bartender.
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