“Me and football, we go way back. I was literally on the field in the womb.” I laugh lightly, looking out the large window that overlooks the hillside. “Football’s more a way of life than anything else, in my eyes anyway. I love the hot summer days and cool winter nights. The ambience of the crowd is enough to excite you sometimes, and the smell. But the dedication behind each player,” I smile, “that’s my favorite part. It’s a controllable magic, driven by pure determination that most people take for granted.” I shrug, facing forward again.
