If I walk outside on a scorching hot summer day with dark clouds overhead and feel a slight breeze I am reminded of something that my family calls earthquake weather.
Growing up I was surrounded with the game of baseball. Going to Angels and Dodger games have been a family affair since I was a little kid. My brother and I looked up to the athletes as our role models. We would wait after games and try to get the players’ autographs because we were so amazed at their athleticism and they were what we ultimately would like to be: a professional athlete.
The thought of an 18-year-old competing in the National Football League against a 30-year-old man with eight years of professional experience and four years of college experience makes me feel a little uneasy.