Training Camp Disaster #StoryTimeWithDJMoore

I arrived at training camp, excited to show my stuff. I remember being very nervous walking up to the dorm rooms. All the veterans had shared stories of unbearable camp practices. I don’t usually believe what people say about situations, however so many veterans echoed the same sentiments on how grueling camp was. Little did I know camp practices would be the easiest thing I dealt with that first training camp.

Every man has a vice and I absolutely loved the ladies. I had a motto “If I don’t feel skin, I ain’t in.” Sexual roulette you could call it. I was easily a step above promiscuous. Of the four young ladies I was consistently seeing at the time, two of them simultaneously gave me a surprise — just in time for training camp. I received one call early and the other later on the same day. Both voices echoing the same phrases asking me if I wanted “to keep it.” In my head I was thinking hell no, but I replied, “The decision is yours, and I support you on whatever decision you make.” I felt like a politician making promises to a side family in Dubai.

On the field, it was not any better. I couldn’t do anything right. I was getting two reps during three hours of practice and was screwing up both plays. Coach Hoke was deservedly on my ass. I didn’t look anything like the all-American corner they had drafted. I couldn’t focus and that was about to kill my dreams.

I battled through and luckily made the team by the slimmest of margins. I did not end up becoming a dad at that time. You would think that experience would have made me cautious of any future actions? Wrong! When I look back on it, I’m surprised I’m writing these responses STD-free.

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