I was in my senior season at Portland state, after riding the bench for the past 4 seasons of my career as a running back.
A few years earlier I was a walk on at Oregon State, and had just had my first son. I was broke, minus the consistent $47 I had in my pocket from my side hustle of cutting hair, and I was desperate for a real shot to make my dream of becoming a n NFL running back a reality.
So I transferred to portland State, got myself a scholarship, and things were looking up.
Only thing was that I had an All-American sophomore in front of me who had forearms like popeye and was supposed to be the second coming of Mike Alstott (most famous fullback of all time).
It wasn’t until he got hurt in the beginning of my senior year that I got my shot.
And I was ready….I was having the best year of my life, 11 touchdowns in just 8 games and was on track to be the rushing and receiving leader in my league.
And then it happened…..On The longest run of the year, I got pushed out of bounds and landed right on my wrist...SNAP.
All of the ligaments in my wrist were torn, wrist dislocated, and season over.
I had NFL scouts coming to see me each week leading up to that game, and then just like that, it felt like my chances were over.
I thought about what it would be like to take the bus to a job I didn't want and come home to a crying baby, pit stains in my white dress shirt from the hot bus ride home and eating microwave meals because I couldn't afford to take my girl to Red Robin instead.
A couple of my best friends and even a trusted coach told me I shouldn't worry about trying to make it to the NFL, and that I should probably just try to settle into a job and take care of my family.
Luckily I didn't listen.
Instead I put all my chips on the table, and got picked up by the New Orleans Saints as a rookie free agent.
Even then, I didn’t have much of a shot to make the roster, because there were seasoned veterans ahead of me.
But by week 4 of the 2008 NFL season, I made my first start against the San Francisco 49ers, and got to make my dream of running out of the tunnel with the cheerleaders shaking their pom poms a reality.