Football wasn't the kind of life I wanted... For ten years I'd be by the phone waiting for a call telling me he broke his neck in a practice game. And if it wasn't that call it would be a call telling me he blew out his knee or suffered his third concussion. I've seen way too much of it in my job... I can barely take it when my clients are in pain.  I don't hate the game. I admire the amount of skill it involved and like everyone else I was in awe of how he could play it but I couldn't give him my heart and then have something happen to him. And it always does with that game.  It's not a thing many people would understand.