Recently, a white supremacist was describing his methodology, “Hey, listen, I don’t care if you’re black, brown, male or female. Whichever one of you wants power is one less person from my culture in power.”
There I was, lying in the grass. One cleat on, one cleat God knows where. Making sounds I didn’t know I could make, having pain I didn’t know I could have.
I was at my first state-level competition in high school. All of us athletes there had won our regionals. Every single kid was a top wrestler in the state of Minnesota, then some won, and some lost.
Traveling was huge for me when I first began my football career. I wanted to hear different languages, meet different people, see new places. In the midst of my planning, a teammate asked me, “Why would you ever want to go anywhere other than America? Nowhere’s better than America.”
Imagine someone told you they would give you an immediate 200% return on an investment you make — and you said, “Nah, I’m good.”
During my NFL career, I received many requests to go to lunch or coffee—as if I didn’t have practice, or a job, or a life. In retirement I’ve noticed there are varying levels of meeting people, some more casual and some more serious. Meeting for a happy hour is pretty casual. Meeting for dinner or…
It was minutes before Super Bowl 50 started, and I had become completely unfocused. Lady Gaga, in her red sequined dress, was epically singing the national anthem as the Blue Angels flew over the stadium. Wow, what a moment! How can you not be distracted?
When I was in the NFL, people asked me for money almost every day. Old friends, strangers, even family would pop out of the woodwork with their hands out. At first I wanted to help everyone, but after a while I smartened up and learned to call bullshit on people with a few key questions.