My rookie year, I almost walked away from the game. For real. After my last year at LSU, I went straight into draft training, then to the combine, then OTAs….. There was never really a break for over a year straight, I would say. And that was hard. I was just so tired physically, mentally, emotionally, everything. One day during training camp, we were sitting in a meeting, and I just got up and left. I walked straight out the building. I told our GM that I was done with football. I didn’t want to play anymore. Of course, he called me and tried to convince me to re-think it. Then my agent called me. And I sat in my car and thought about it deep.
I thought about whether or not I could live without it, whether I could walk away from the game and never look back. I’m a grown man, but I love football like a kid. I love it the same way I did when I was five. That part hasn’t changed, and never will. I was just in a bad spot.