At County High School, football was king. If you were a man and not a member of the football team, you were already behind in the popularity polls. The popularity battle didn't interest me that much, but I loved sport, especially football. Sports kept me busy throughout my high school life. I played basketball, baseball and football every year. Of all the sports, football was hands down my favorite. From the moment I started playing pee football, I was positioned at quarterback. This continued until the start of the season in ninth grade. At the start of my ninth year, I was injury prone. I went from hip pointers to sprained ankles and never got to see much playing time. This hurt my morale, because I always dreamed of becoming the next great quarterback to come through Nashville ; and with the luck I had, that didn't seem likely. By the end of my ninth grade year, I was healthy again and ready to compete for the starting quarterback spot in high school. Our high school football team had three potential quarterbacks. There were two juniors and me, a sophomore. None of us had the job with flying colors. It was going to take a lot of work to win this position. I was constantly going to quarterback camps and lifting weights just to try to get ready for the start of the new season. The quarterback battle was the main story in the newspapers; the attention was great but the pressure kept building. August came quickly and it was time to start training. Practicing at this level was so different for me; the guys were faster, bigger and stronger. We followed the same routine every day, throwing hundreds of balls and running a million different plays. It was hard for me but I quickly understood. At the beginning of September, the team was ready to start the season. The quarterback battle was quite close; the coach said he didn't even know who was going to start the first game. I knew it wouldn't be me, but I still kept a positive attitude and just waited my turn. Our first game of the season was against a big rival..