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There are two kinds of sports people in the world, those who are completely calm and relaxed before they step onto the field, and those who are very, very nervous. I'm one of the latter players. Ever since high school football, I wouldn't want to talk to anyone in the locker room before the game. There would just be a lump in my throat and a pit in my stomach.
Imagine my heightened nervousness, then, before my first NFL game. 70,000 screaming fans, all rooting against me, against my team. I had barely made the team in the first place—if I had a bad game, was that it? Would I be cut? The lump in my throat felt more like a bowling ball, and the pit in my stomach felt more like a Mack truck. Other teammates were laughing, getting loose. I envied them—I wished I could be like them, calm. No Mack truck in their stomach.
Thomas Davis came up to me. "Hey, rookie, stop turning so green, we don't want to lose you on the field," he said, prompting chuckles from the non-nervous and strained smiles from the focused. I forced a chuckle and stood up on legs of jelly.
I actually puked out of nervousness before my first high school game. I hadn't played organized football before, didn't really know too many people on the team, and I was just scared. Scared enough that I threw up in the parking lot. And I still played. Well, I was just a sub then, but I still got in for a few plays. Didn't puke on the field. Haven't puked since then, either, before any sporting event.
I was leaning over the sink, looking into the mirror when Coach Rivera called everyone into the room. I quickly took my seat at my locker.
"Boys, we're going to go out there, and we're going to win. No ifs, ands, or buts. We're gonna go out there and give everything we got, and we're gonna open this season the right way. The offense is going to be strong, the defense impregnable. We're going to go out there..." here he paused for dramatic effect, "We're going to go out there, and we're gonna come back the one and oh Panthers."
He looked around the room, looking at every one in turn. Players were nodding, praying, furiously studying the playbook for the last time, but when he looked at them, they looked back.
"Let's go."