I went to a trial and got 10 minutes. I was told I had impact but my fitness needed to improve. I hung out at the Bears a bit. Funny thing Brady Malam got signed. I knew I was better than him. But my dad passed away, so I didn't have my mentor any more, found god and I went on a Mormon mission, where I found out I was diabetic and that my legs would never be the same. My knees are still no good. Can't sprint at all. I've got a big black mark on my left leg reminding me.
I was a power runner - not many could tackle me, offloading machine. But I had a weak attitude and didn't look after myself. I don't look at what might have been (any more). What happened was meant to happen.