I had two different types of coaches throughout my NFL career. One coach would consistently discuss all the ways in which we could fail before going into a game. The other type would focus on how our strengths would be utilized to win a game,...
Following my freshman season at Notre Dame, I was feeling damn good about myself. I had passed all of my classes. I had become the third freshman in Notre Dame history to start as a freshman offensive lineman. I had competed at the highest level, both...
“Yeah baaaaaaby!!!” yelled my uncle, as my family raced through the door with “BRONCOS” printed on paper and taped to whatever hats and T-shirts they could find. My father, sitting there in a state of shock, responded to every comment by screaming “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” My grandmother was crying...
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. In my freshman-year college football practice at Notre Dame, a player was literally beating the...