Bouncing back from adversity is simple, really. All it takes is a network of people who believe and support each other. A team. We take on the San Jose State Spartans this week. They better come prepared because I am part a team that believes.
Not only am I fortunate to call Eric my quarterback, but even more so to call him my friend. I feel like my job not only is to keep Eric's jersey clean and his facemask grassless but to keep him calm and put a toothy smile on his perfectly tanned face.
He asked me one simple question: "Can you block this guy?" That simple question really irritated me something awful. Looking at him with restrained contempt, I told him that I can and will get the job done. He left me with the simple phrase, "Show me."
If the thud of the blocked field goal in last year's game haunted my once peaceful dreams, I couldn't imagine what it must have done for the guy who kicked it. This week during practice, I jokingly asked our kicker Sean if he wanted the game to come down to a field goal again. He smiled.
Of course the individual athletes who won the medals deserve the credit for their achievements. But many of them never would have had the opportunity to develop their individual talents to the Olympic level had it not been for sensible, needed government actions.
I've long believed that if the Olympics ever return to America's shores we should include horseshoes, monster truck racing and the 100-meter mosey and what's good for the colonist is good for the colonizer. So where are the English sports?