I've got a great life that I really enjoy. But there is something chewing at me inside: that adrenaline rush from football, I miss that.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't really pretend to know what's going on, but I've been immersed in the excitement of watching sports, particularly football. I like baseball, probably more than football.
The best thing about football for me is the reacting. It's a lot of instincts. But training, for me, it's more for the meditating. And I spend more time training than actually playing football. So I get into that zone during training more than anything.
When it came to football there was a certain age where I realized that my future in football was being a grease spot on the side of some bigger player.
If you can miss getting up in the morning and running into a wall, I miss playing football. I'll never be a frustrated athlete.
From my point of view what I have to do now is appreciate and enjoy what football gave me, but now do something else with the same energy and enthusiasm I gave to football without expecting the same results.
Outside football, I just love life, you know. We're lucky to play football, to have all this body. Everyone's watching us. You see how many people, they come and watch the game. It's unbelievable, you see how many people they come. They shout your name and just enjoy life.
I was obsessed with football when I was growing up.
I know my football. And I adore football players. The crashing noise of a tackle, the huddle grunting, and the roar of the crowd are music to my ears.
When I picture myself after football, it's down home, coaching high school football, just a relaxing, normal life.
Football lost its excitement for me.