Reflecting on a 16 Year Football Career: Freshman Year (Part III) Off to a Rough Start Year One: RedShirted After I knew that Drake was where God wanted me to be, I didn't know much else. I knew that I would redshirt, meaning I wouldn't play for my first year, and I would have to start over again at the bottom of the totem pole. That meant be humble and patient, but hungry. I knew that I was the fourth linebacker in my class, and the other three were the guys they signed instead of me. That meant I had a chip on my shoulder. I knew that God had brought me here to play football at a high level, so I had a lot of confidence. But things started slow. And crappy. My first ever padded collegiate practice, in my first ever drill, I messed up my shoulder. I got hit at a weird angle and it immediately started hurting. But I toughed it out and kept going. Well then it got hit a few more times. Then I stepped in...
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