Ok so let me start off in saying that I never liked football as a child. Heck I pretty much didn't like anything outside of Xbox and Nintendo. However as time went by things began to change. I suited up for my first time in the 8th grade.
I learned the game through a good program known as J.P.D. (junior player development). My first two-a-days were like torture. From pushing that damn sled to doing countless sprints. It was like a living nightmare for a kid who did nothing all day. There I learned my first football term, "Trucked". For those of you are new to the phrase I'll let you know what this term means. It's when a player gets hit so hard that the sound of the contact resembles being hit by a truck. The shell shock I received still resonates today. However I managed to muster on.
It kept on like this for days. Then before I knew it, after many hits and sprints, I fell in love. It was those bear claws, or tackling, or maybe pancaking the guy who trucked me a few days ago. I'm not sure what it was that drew me. Though I knew I was hooked.
That summer was the most fun I had in a while. I met new people who were passionate for the sport. Something that was new to me, for I had no passion for anything. When the training camp ended, a friend of mine really wanted me to join their highschool team. He said that I would be an asset. This was something I was not used to hearing. Now even though I never went to their high school, I believe that was the point of no return.
That is when football was injected into my veins and the neurons in my brain fired. I was hooked from then on. Family aside, I was never wanted for anything. Frankly, I believe it's because I also didn't wanted to be a part of anything. Therefore after that moment i felt not only good about myself, but just happy in general.
I then tried out for my high school team. Which, to my surprise, I made it. I went to more two-a-days. Though this time it was a lot rougher. The heat of mid August was amplified on that turf. Though I felt at home.
When I finally received my number "92" was one of the most memorable moments in my life. I also found it interesting that it was also the year I was born (1992). And to those who played any kind of sport before, you know how special those numbers become. I Never knew what I was missing.
If it wasn't for my mother pushing me to try the game I would probably still be the disappointment that I was. So with this newfound love of the sport came with the confusion of loving a team. That was usually the easy part.
When it came to sports I just tacked on to what my father loved. However he was just a man of baseball. And there was only one team for him.The most heartbreaking underdog team I have ever known. The Metropolitans. Those METS became a part of my childhood. Then a part of my life. Soon enough I became a die-hard METS fan fighting off the glare of our neighbors world series trophies. However now it was my turn to choose a team to pass on to my kids.
So I watched every Sunday, after my game. I watched some jet games and was instantly reminded of my beloved METS. Not for why I loved them but for all the heartache they give me. This was not something I wanted to endure year-round. Then the giants, which reminded me of those neighbors I mentioned earlier. Now even though I now loved the sport for what it is I still wanted to fall in love with a team.
Then I realized football is quite different than baseball. You don't have to like a team just because they are close in proximity to you. I know cowboy fans here in new York that have never been to Dallas. After meeting other football fans, I realized many people like teams from other states. This got me thinking.
By now I would watch every game on Sunday. I never really rooted for one team or another. However I would look to see how professionals play so that I can translate that to the field. And there was just one team that had me in awe. The New England Patriots. I loved seeing the skills of offensive line. There O-line was so good, that I believe Tom could sit back and have lunch before making a pass. I really enjoyed watching them. Therefore making me a new-found patriots fan.
So with that said, I want try to translate my love for the sport to my blog. I also hope to ignite others interest in the sport. As for the ones who skip church to watch the kick off, I want to keep you guys up to speed to what's happening on and off the field. I will be as accurate as I can be. And hopefully give some good insights and post game highlights as well.
With the Pre-season is finally coming to a close I will start doing my homework. Making sure that I have the most up-to-date coverage on my beloved Pats. I will also include other teams in my coverage as well because you and I both know I'll be watching. So with week one around the corner. God will start to break out his Patriot jersey. Yup, he will be putting on a Patriot jersey. And he will be joining us all on the couch to watch some football. September 9th, it's almost here. If I can't wait I'm sure neither can you.
I learned the game through a good program known as J.P.D. (junior player development). My first two-a-days were like torture. From pushing that damn sled to doing countless sprints. It was like a living nightmare for a kid who did nothing all day. There I learned my first football term, "Trucked". For those of you are new to the phrase I'll let you know what this term means. It's when a player gets hit so hard that the sound of the contact resembles being hit by a truck. The shell shock I received still resonates today. However I managed to muster on.
It kept on like this for days. Then before I knew it, after many hits and sprints, I fell in love. It was those bear claws, or tackling, or maybe pancaking the guy who trucked me a few days ago. I'm not sure what it was that drew me. Though I knew I was hooked.
That summer was the most fun I had in a while. I met new people who were passionate for the sport. Something that was new to me, for I had no passion for anything. When the training camp ended, a friend of mine really wanted me to join their highschool team. He said that I would be an asset. This was something I was not used to hearing. Now even though I never went to their high school, I believe that was the point of no return.
That is when football was injected into my veins and the neurons in my brain fired. I was hooked from then on. Family aside, I was never wanted for anything. Frankly, I believe it's because I also didn't wanted to be a part of anything. Therefore after that moment i felt not only good about myself, but just happy in general.
I then tried out for my high school team. Which, to my surprise, I made it. I went to more two-a-days. Though this time it was a lot rougher. The heat of mid August was amplified on that turf. Though I felt at home.
When I finally received my number "92" was one of the most memorable moments in my life. I also found it interesting that it was also the year I was born (1992). And to those who played any kind of sport before, you know how special those numbers become. I Never knew what I was missing.
If it wasn't for my mother pushing me to try the game I would probably still be the disappointment that I was. So with this newfound love of the sport came with the confusion of loving a team. That was usually the easy part.
When it came to sports I just tacked on to what my father loved. However he was just a man of baseball. And there was only one team for him.The most heartbreaking underdog team I have ever known. The Metropolitans. Those METS became a part of my childhood. Then a part of my life. Soon enough I became a die-hard METS fan fighting off the glare of our neighbors world series trophies. However now it was my turn to choose a team to pass on to my kids.
So I watched every Sunday, after my game. I watched some jet games and was instantly reminded of my beloved METS. Not for why I loved them but for all the heartache they give me. This was not something I wanted to endure year-round. Then the giants, which reminded me of those neighbors I mentioned earlier. Now even though I now loved the sport for what it is I still wanted to fall in love with a team.
Then I realized football is quite different than baseball. You don't have to like a team just because they are close in proximity to you. I know cowboy fans here in new York that have never been to Dallas. After meeting other football fans, I realized many people like teams from other states. This got me thinking.
By now I would watch every game on Sunday. I never really rooted for one team or another. However I would look to see how professionals play so that I can translate that to the field. And there was just one team that had me in awe. The New England Patriots. I loved seeing the skills of offensive line. There O-line was so good, that I believe Tom could sit back and have lunch before making a pass. I really enjoyed watching them. Therefore making me a new-found patriots fan.
So with that said, I want try to translate my love for the sport to my blog. I also hope to ignite others interest in the sport. As for the ones who skip church to watch the kick off, I want to keep you guys up to speed to what's happening on and off the field. I will be as accurate as I can be. And hopefully give some good insights and post game highlights as well.
With the Pre-season is finally coming to a close I will start doing my homework. Making sure that I have the most up-to-date coverage on my beloved Pats. I will also include other teams in my coverage as well because you and I both know I'll be watching. So with week one around the corner. God will start to break out his Patriot jersey. Yup, he will be putting on a Patriot jersey. And he will be joining us all on the couch to watch some football. September 9th, it's almost here. If I can't wait I'm sure neither can you.
