We all started playing football against our best friends, and I can't remember a moment where, because it was my best friend, I did not want to win against him.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My greatest moment as a jock occurred when I was 14 and playing punch ball in front of my house on Albemarle Road near East 17th Street in Brooklyn. I ran back, back for a ball, and it fell in my hands. I didn't even see it. Everyone congratulated me on the catch, and I never told them how it really happened.
As a kid, I played my share of football in the street or in a vacant lot. When we were playing in the street, it was more touch football, so we didn't hit each other into cars.
I can't remember when I wasn't running around doing some sort of a sporting activity.
In high school I was on the basketball team, but the coach did something I didn't dig and the next day he looked up and saw me practising with the football team.
When all the girls were getting all made up and getting into all that girl stuff in junior high I was out playing softball or touch football with the guys.
I always wanted to play against the best.
I was not a very good football player when I started out.
When I went to high school, an all-boys' school, a Catholic school, I tried out for football, and I didn't make it. It was the first time, athletically, that I was knocked down.
When I played pro football, I never set out to hurt anyone deliberately - unless it was, you know, important, like a league game or something.
When I started playing, there were no teams and no structure, so I had to play with the boys. I get very emotional when I think about the humiliation that I've suffered playing football.