I remember playing every day on the street. Getting tackled on concrete, eyeing where all the sewer hub caps and street corners were before I got the ball, so I could avoid being hurt bad. Really taught me to hate being tackled.
1st time I played on a team was completely shocked by the pads stopping the bad hits, and grass felt soo soft crashing into it, I would stand up smiling
In high school they said I was to slow to be a RB. The coach made me a right Guard because I was small, but knocked everyone on their butt.
Before the 1st game I talked to the second string grey team and told the coach. Im a running back, I always will be, give me a shot.
Gartrell said if you quit the 1st string and tryout I'll give you as shot, but your slow kid and I'm not promising anything.
The 1st year I made 28 TD’s and 2700 yards in 9 games , lost at the championship.
Head coach of 1st string team was fired and Gartrell was made HC, and I was the half back for 3 years. Last year of High school I had 32 TD’s in 8 games and over 2600 yards. I ended up having over 10,200 rushing , and all I cared about , 112 TD’s.
I didnt have a clue if that was good or not,lol. Turned out later they timed me wrong and I ran a 4.35 in the 40.
I was approached by a NFL talent scout, and I was accepted to the florida State. Its was fun, I had the sight. Loved running the ball.
I accually feel kind of Al bundy saying this lol