Are You Not Entertained???
I swear, there’s a higher power guiding all of this. I was meant to get this fresh start in Dallas. It felt like coming home — in a real way. And it’s funny, because it ties all the way back to where I started.
My mom has this picture of me from when I was a kid, and I think it might be her favorite. I had just finished a Pee-Wee football game, and I’m knocked out in the backseat of her car. Full pads, helmet still on… completely gone. I didn’t even have the strength to take it off. I left everything on the field.
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Mom: No, even that doesn’t do it justice. Sometimes we’d come home and he’d be fully under the covers, knocked out cold, still strapped into his helmet. I’d have to sneak in and slide that sweaty thing off his head without waking him up. He was just a little peanut — the helmet was almost bigger than him. But that’s my son in one picture. He loved the game then, and he still loves it now with that same kid heart.)
And guess what team I was playing for back then, by the way? You
already know.
All this was written.
The Eastlake Cowboys. I was born for Showtime, bro.
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This guy isn't going anywhere.
