a lot of people don’t know this but before this all started, I was well on my way to discovering my passion for ball…
a lot of people don’t know this but before this all started, I was well on my way to discovering my passion for ball sports, mainly football. Life was consumed by what they call “the love of the game” - you really don’t comprehend the phrase fully unless you too are immersed in what is no longer just a game. It’s life. Restful nights were hard to come by, as my feet would constantly jingle underneath the covers, constantly thinking of the next great play, the next hook, the next trick I’d make around my opponent. Only mere minutes in the day were reserved for not-football thought, a quick laugh for my child, a moment of forgetting my keys. But every other minute was a breath, an inherent need for the field. It hurts to even think about such a passion lost but maybe one day in another life we can meet again. 💔