I had decent size and speed, but more important, I was making plays. I loved playing defense and was regularly in on a bunch of tackles. Now, I should make it clear that my team was bad. Beyond bad—like, really terrible—but I was a good player on this really shitty team. If I remember correctly, we went 1–9. My dad was so invested in my playing on this epically dreadful team that he delayed our family’s move to Florida until late November of my freshman year because he didn’t want to disrupt my football season. Seriously. The whole family was ready to move and begin a new chapter of our lives,
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