Hard Work Pays Off
It's 7am, Monday July 26th 2004. The sun has just risen up and it's already reached 92 Degrees. I'm sweating out of control and out of breath just like the other Sixty- Five teenage boys here. The smell of grass is strong and unpleasant and there is no shaded area in site. The line for water is like a mile long and were all fighting like mad men to get a sip. My legs are burning from the running, my arms hurting from the endless pushups and I'm holding on to the fence to stand up. My whole body is just ready to collapse and don't know if I could do this much longer .In my head I could hear my Moms voice saying " If you want something in life you have to work hard for it nobody is going to give it to you. I hear a whistle blowing and a voice saying "Alright boys your break is over get ready for more sprints". To some people this may sound like I'm in hell but this is what I had to go through in the summer of 2004 just to play football.
I've been playing football since I was eight years old and fell in love with the sport ever since. I'm a football fanatic, I can't even hear the word football and not get excited. I used to watch other football players on television like Tom Brady, Jerry Rice, Randy Moss, Brian Urlacher and Ray Lewis and imitate what they would do when I would play my Pop Warner games. So when I started attending high school playing for the football team was a major goal that I wanted to achieve and I was determined to make it happen.
Well I knew if I wanted to play football, training camp was a necessary step to earn a spot on the team. So I knew while other people would be sleeping in and relaxing during the summer, I would be up by 5 a.m. to get ready for training camp. I would leave my house at 5:30 a.m. and walk a mile to Mendon Ave field, which was basically just dirt with patches of grass, and I would meet my friend Webster on the way walking. Me and Web played on the defensive squad...