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Everything I've written for the NSFL has come pretty easy. I think of a topic and then write it out. Being given a topic, even one this broad, gave me issues. I've already written whatever I had ideas about. But here goes, anyway. PS: I dig that you opened this up for everyone to vote.


I wanna take a second to talk about my dog, Bruce. He's a short, fat Pit Bull. Tuxedo black, with the white on his chest and paws. Looks like he's wearing booties. He's about 70lbs, but the vet always says he needs to lose some weight. No joke, dude's built like a sausage, low to the ground. I’ve even had other Pit owners ask me, “How’d you get him like that?” Man, I dunno. Its natural, the lazy bum. I found him in the street, about 7 years ago (I was like15). We’ve been together since.

Going from Jacksonville to San Diego for college was tough. I didn't know anyone and this was a brand new place. And it’s DIFFERENT from Florida. Culture shock almost. I didn't have Bruce my first year, living on campus. I missed him alot. I like folks, I'm relatively outgoing, but I go through times when I don't want to be around anyone. Nothing crazy, I just recharge. But Bruce is there for me. Not having that my freshman year was difficult.

Its one of the things I love best about having a pet.. Even if I don’t want to leave the house or get up from my bed, I know I have someone who relies on me to meet his needs. I HAVE to take him out; he doesn’t get to make that choice for himself, so I gotta do it. We’re so active during the season, I go through times where I don’t do much at all. Bruce makes sure I don’t go too far down that rabbit hole.

Even then, my mom and I would Skype or Facetime, and later she would show me pictures of Bruce curled up on the computer she just used. I don’t usually get too sentimental, but he’s got a real special place in my heart. And... I know its kind of gross, but he always slept with me. I still caught myself sleeping on one side of the bed. Bruce was supposed to be on the other. He's just my guy, man.

When I moved into a house with some teammates, so did Bruce. He was the house dog. People knew you had to deal with Bruce when you came through the door. Even at parties. We didn’t lock him away. He gets excited, knocks people over, and stands over them like a lovable champion. But he's big, so you can't just let him jump on you.

It’s funny. I’m back in Jacksonville with my family before the draft, and its just like when we were kids. My mom’s cooking breakfast every morning. Its always loud in the house, but when me and Bruce come down the stairs, its crazy. He bounces around, putting his nose everywhere, taking any scraps people give him. He always stays near the kitchen longer, though. She knows he needs to lose weight, but my mom always sneaks him snacks. He’s already getting fat.

He’s excited for the draft. He can tell every is on needles. We try to take him out a couple times a day, because otherwise he gets into stuff. We have a neighbor with another big dog, and they have been having a blast. They run along the chain link fence, not making too much noise, but excited! Tails’ always wagging.

I know he’s going to miss the family when we get drafted. I might have to get him a friend though. Things are going to be crazy busy, and I can’t leave him alone all the time. Its a time for new beginnings. For Bruce, too. He’s been telling me he wants to go somewhere warm, but I don’t know. I think he’d be just as happy with Minnesota or London. London… man, that’d be a trip.


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[div align=\\\"center\\\"]Best of luck to everyone going for the gig. I didn't really expect to have to compete for a spot, but it speaks to the amount of participation and enthusiasm we have. Let's keep it going.
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