I was inspired to write this as an attempt to show my mother the bond and devotion that we feel among the players on the football team.

The football team is a family like no other. We fought through hell week with each other and pushed each other and encouraged each other when I didn’t know if I could even do it. But at a certain point I realized that I could accomplish great things because the 80+ guys around me wouldn’t let me accomplish anything less. We all know that there is a brother-ship among us.

We love each other and would fight for any single person on the team. If I got a call from any single person on the team at three in the morning saying “I need you now.” I would be there now; without question. Because of this, there was no possible way that on a Friday night I would be anywhere else than in the stadium supporting my family. There is no force that could stop me from being there for my family. My car runs out of gas; I walk. My legs break; I crawl. Coach MacDicken talks about those who fight and those who are fighters. Those who fight are those who start to back away when they get punched in the face one too many times.