It was a Friday night in mid August 1991. I was a noseguard and middle linebacker on defense, depending on the play. I also played right guard on the offensive line. This is the story of a night that could of well ended any hope of being an athlete, on any level, from this point on. I will be telling the story from the defensive side of the ball, due to that is where I was
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time he try's to block me.
The rest of the game went off without a hitch. We won 35 to 19. I was able to play the next game, limited, but I still played. The week of physical therapy wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. This is one memory that will stay with me for the rest of my days. Every morning when I wake up and my back aches, I remember #26.