It seems like just yesterday that I was drafted into the DSFL. Although I had a hell of a run in college it's still a little nerve-wracking to be sitting and waiting for your name to be called. Watching player after player, name after name, round after round go by without hearing your name called is tough. Thankfully, finally, at pick #70 I was selected by the Norfolk SeaWolves. They probably hoped they had nabbed a late round steal. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that they had. What I didn't know at that time, however, was how great the locker room in Norfolk was. I was coming in with a chip on my shoulder. Something to prove. And in Norfolk I was welcomed with open arms. Together we all built something special. We fought for each other. We battled as a team. We put together two amazing seasons of the best football ever played in Norfolk. Two years worth of memories and friendships. On draft day I was more than a little upset that I had fallen as far as I did. Looking back, however, I wouldn't have changed a thing. The SeaWolves made me the player I am today. You know what they say: Norfolk best folk.
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