Football and my Life

Ah, football.  It has been in my life and the lives of millions of kids, parents, and coaches.  Oh, and it has also been in the life of a dog named Stanley but that is beside the point.

I have had football in my life for as long as I can remember.  I remember going out on any day of the week rain or shine and playing catch with my dad or brothers.  I started to officially play full contact football in 5th grade for a team in a little town named Dunlap.  The teams's name was the Dunlap Eagles and we were not good.  With my muscular stature and height that was equivalent to Shaq's they had me playing outside linebacker and tight end.  Yes, I know what all of you are thinking. You think that I was like Clay Matthew's out on the field and tossing offenders out of the way to make that tackle only to emerge from the pile-up as majestically as Hasselhoff would run down the beach to make a save.  Surprisingly, I was not.  It was a bigger mistake to put  me at these positions than for the Broncos to trade Hillis to the Browns.  Oh well.  After playing there for a few years my family had to move to none other than Avon Lake, Ohio.  I started playing for the Shoremen in 8th grade and the coaches made the right decisions and moved me to more suitable positions. I have stayed at  wide receiver and safety ever since.  Now I am a senior and start at Free Safety for the Shoremen.  Everyday while signing autographs or receiving fan mail people ask me why I play football.  I respond with the same two word answer ever time.  "For Stanley" is what I respond with, they know what it means.  Until next time, the Guru is out.