Sometimes I get those. I just want to feel the adrenaline race through every fiber in my body and it's obviously gotten me in trouble before.

My dad is a cautious man. So is his dad. Just like most people, I'm cautious sometimes...but I also have this other part of me that does things simply because it doesn't make a lick of sense. Maybe that's not really the reason but to the casual observer it might look that way. Why not floor the gas pedal every now and then so that I get the full benefit of my XG300's V6? It's like having a boat that you just keep in the docks, what's the point!? It's the same reason I can't stand to just sit here and not use my two legs. What's the point?

So I'm told I'm not supposed to play football anymore. My day has "come and gone" and I'm supposed to be happy listening to friends remind me of how fast I was once. What's the point? I've put on some muscle weight lately so maybe I won't get hurt, but even I do, is that a good reason for me to just drop it? Am I supposed to just stop loving that feeling of absolute freedom that can only come from a dead sprint across an open field?

Am I supposed to just stay in the docks or is it okay for me to let the sails out and catch some wind every now and then?

Doesn't matter if I have approval. I was made to run! So most likely I'll be flat on my back in bed again soon and I might regret it. But anyone who knows me knows I'm going to play again. Of course, I have to blame of few of you who keep encouraging me!