When I was a young lad, growing up in rural Minnesota, my first job ever was the local paper route. I really hated that job. I was never any good at it, which is funny considering I'm a QB now. But, I could never land the damn paper on the porch. That shit went everywhere. The bushes, the roof, through windows, you name it. It was a scene straight out of a movie. No one really liked me.
However, my dad was a hardass and wouldn't let me quit. He also knew the editor of the paper well enough that he wouldn't let him fire me. It was terrible, but in its own perverse way it taught me a valuable lesson about perseverance and having a good attitude. I hated that job but I never let it show, and I truly tried to get better even though I never really did.
This is kind of a good translation to my career right now. I'm trying to get better, but I'm still throwing all these damn picks. Good thing there's no one good behind me, or coach might have benched me by now. I'll keep striving though, at not throwing any picks.
However, my dad was a hardass and wouldn't let me quit. He also knew the editor of the paper well enough that he wouldn't let him fire me. It was terrible, but in its own perverse way it taught me a valuable lesson about perseverance and having a good attitude. I hated that job but I never let it show, and I truly tried to get better even though I never really did.
This is kind of a good translation to my career right now. I'm trying to get better, but I'm still throwing all these damn picks. Good thing there's no one good behind me, or coach might have benched me by now. I'll keep striving though, at not throwing any picks.
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