Sitting in the green room waiting for my name to be called I was in a great mood. Joking around with the other guys, high fives going to whoever was called when it was there time. As the first round started going by there was less and less people to joke with, give five to. Then all of a sudden I was the only one. I thought no way this guy will be picked before me or this guy but sure enough they was.
Let me tell you my blood was boiling come second round. The camera guy came in got a close up and I smacked that camera straight off his shoulder. I looked at him and said “ You better stay the hell away from me or you won’t walk out of here by yourself.” He got up and got what was left of the camera and left the room. I got calls from friends and family asking me what happened and I said I don’t know, I’ve done what i’m Supposed to do. Been working out, practicing routes, blocking, kept my mouth shut most the offseason. I can’t tell you what happened to drop me out of the first round compared to some that was drafted.
I hang up and start walking around the room. My fists clinch up and I can tell I want to explode. I walk to the other side of the room and I unleash in the wall. One punch, two punches then finally the third. I will regret it later when I gotta fix them but it felt good at the moment.
Anyway, round two begins and I finally heard my name. With the third pick in round 2 New Orleans selects me. Ok I think to myself, it’s a nice city, beautiful women, great night life, and Mardi Gras with boobs. Let’s do this, I walk out onto the stage and shake hands and smile for pics. When the pic is almost took I smile and give the bird to the camera. Tribute to all the teams that can’t scout.
I grab some tickets for a few friends and family and we head straight there. Arriving late that night we step off the plane and you can smell the ocean. We get downtown and we want to party. The smell of the seafood mixed with all the jazz and the bustling atmosphere of the Beale Street is to much. We hit bar after bar to experience the place where I’m very happy to call home. Looking at the draft class we got along with current players and FA yet to be signed expect big things this season in NO. I’m gonna meet up with Ennis and Andrews hopefully soon and throw down in Nola.
I’m putting the league on notice right now though, all you other teams will come to regret passing on me. I’m going to play with a chip so big someone else will need to help me carry it. I’m going to hurt some people, score on people and laugh at them when I do. So everyone put your big girl panties on under your skirts, find your slippers and let us teach how not to be delicate flowers. Deuces and Birds I’m out.
Let me tell you my blood was boiling come second round. The camera guy came in got a close up and I smacked that camera straight off his shoulder. I looked at him and said “ You better stay the hell away from me or you won’t walk out of here by yourself.” He got up and got what was left of the camera and left the room. I got calls from friends and family asking me what happened and I said I don’t know, I’ve done what i’m Supposed to do. Been working out, practicing routes, blocking, kept my mouth shut most the offseason. I can’t tell you what happened to drop me out of the first round compared to some that was drafted.
I hang up and start walking around the room. My fists clinch up and I can tell I want to explode. I walk to the other side of the room and I unleash in the wall. One punch, two punches then finally the third. I will regret it later when I gotta fix them but it felt good at the moment.
Anyway, round two begins and I finally heard my name. With the third pick in round 2 New Orleans selects me. Ok I think to myself, it’s a nice city, beautiful women, great night life, and Mardi Gras with boobs. Let’s do this, I walk out onto the stage and shake hands and smile for pics. When the pic is almost took I smile and give the bird to the camera. Tribute to all the teams that can’t scout.
I grab some tickets for a few friends and family and we head straight there. Arriving late that night we step off the plane and you can smell the ocean. We get downtown and we want to party. The smell of the seafood mixed with all the jazz and the bustling atmosphere of the Beale Street is to much. We hit bar after bar to experience the place where I’m very happy to call home. Looking at the draft class we got along with current players and FA yet to be signed expect big things this season in NO. I’m gonna meet up with Ennis and Andrews hopefully soon and throw down in Nola.
I’m putting the league on notice right now though, all you other teams will come to regret passing on me. I’m going to play with a chip so big someone else will need to help me carry it. I’m going to hurt some people, score on people and laugh at them when I do. So everyone put your big girl panties on under your skirts, find your slippers and let us teach how not to be delicate flowers. Deuces and Birds I’m out.
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