Some play for admiration. Some pay for glory. I played for love. I guess I was born in this game. I was blessed with amazing physical attributes such as strength and size. My whole life I was told, "You're good," "best player I've seen," but I didn't think so. Like a perfectionist I always saw something wrong. I saw the bad play or the missed block. I would notice the missed pass or the lack of effort. The game I play is football and I guess you would say I live for the roar of the crowd, the marching band, and the Friday Night Lights.
             Most people begin their senior year when school starts in September. Mine began in January when preseason football conditioning began. I was considered by most to be a top lineman in the district, a giant among boys on the field. So to keep the reputation I had to work hard. I lived in the weight room spending most of my summer lifting weights and watching game films. Today's football player is smart, fast, and of course strong. I was pursuing a college career so I had to become better. I studied charts, reviewed different methods to increase my potential, and trained with my scouting coach trying to take my game to the next level.
             Work, work, work, that was my summer. I had a new head coach with a new offense. It was like going to summer school everyday. I had to learn the playbook or I would be sitting on the bench come game time. I think I was the only player to keep a detailed playbook in my locker. As camp went on I began to change and evolve. I became more responsible and dependable. I was a leader to my peers and tried to positively motivate them as much as I could. I tried to lift my team on and off the field. At my school they had this way of thinking; I call it the losing way. My school was never a football powerhouse so players played for personal glory. Like my parent's always told me, "there is no I in team,&...