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I always knew that I wanted to be a quarterback. I mean, what else would a kid want to be when he grew up in the southern states. To me, being a quarterback would have been like being the front man in an 80’s hair band. Oh man, hair bands were fun weren’t they. Yeah, they looked ridiculous, but the music was pretty damn good, their live performances were pretty cutting edge for their time, and you had to respect a bunch of guys that could look and dress so totally gay, and still have all these hotties lining up backstage! Well, I wasn’t going to grow my hair out, I couldn’t play an instrument, and if I was going to wear some skin tight pants, it had better have some football pads in them. Yep, the quarterback position was my ticket to popularity.
As life would have it, in my first season ever playing youth football, my coaches made me an offensive guard and a defensive nose tackle, which to continue with the whole hair band metaphor pretty much made me either a backstage bouncer or a tour bus driver. This just wasn’t going to work for me. That was the only season that I ever played on the line. The next season, and from there on out through my young career, I learned to play the quarterback position. To be completely honest, I was a very smart quarterback. I was not, however, a very fast or strong quarterback, which pretty much sealed my fate as having no real future in football beyond high school.
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