236.Former football gloryFor one season in the national football league, I was in the zone.It's not one of those things that you can explain.That one year as a running back with the Miami dolphins,I was zig zagging past defenders almost effortlessly.I had zest and pizzazz. I had a right sense of humour, that the press just loved.Then after that season, it was like I couldn't play anymore.I don't know what happened. I knew I wasn't my usual zealous self.The zeal I had previously possessed for football was gone. I didn't hate it.I just wasn't in love with the game anymore.The zenith of my career came and went like a lightning bolt.At one time just the mention of football produced a smile on my face, later the best I could do was yawn.After two more years in the NFL, in which I yielded no memorable performances at all.I quit and went back home. I suppose I could have rung my hands and cried,letting out a big yelp of depression, but that wouldn't have helped anything.I was lucky and that I had made some good money during the three years that I had spent as a professional athlete.I wasn't stupid like some guys. They spent all the money even before it arrives.I wasn't going to do that. I had my mother to take care of.
