I cannot even really remember the first time I saw him. It's one of those things that everyone can remember knowing about since the beginning, but cannot really remember the first time it popped into their minds. If I had to guess, I would say it was around 3rd grade at my first Colt game.
             As little kids, we obviously do not have the "mature" thought-processes that we have as adults, yet. We do not really know what attracts us to something...what draws us in and holds our attention. We just know that we think it is "cool," or that we want to be like someone. Well, in third grade, I saw my first Arlington High School football player. He was eight feet of the most powerful and awesome man I had ever seen. He could beat my dad up several times, the definition of a true hero in any nine-year-old's book. He was walking along the sidelines getting ready for his game to start. The stands were filling up on both sides. There was kind of something different in the air that I had never felt before. It was almost like an electric resonance throughout the stadium, but I could not hear it or smell it or taste it. I could only feel it tingling gently down each nerve.
             My mom told me he was the quarterback. If someone knows one fact about football, and even if they do not, they know what a quarterback is. I play receiver. What is that? I play safety. Safety for what? I play quarterback. You play quarterback?! That's so cool!
             I'm not sure why I remember this game at that age, except for that it is just one of those feelings one does not easily forget. Whatever it was, that day I decided that football would be for me. I really did not know what it would take, how much work would be involved, or where it would one day lead me. All I knew was the feeling on that Friday night in Arlington, Texas, in front of 20,000 people, was a feeling I wanted back.
             When pee-wee football sign...