My father was a great man, he was the best father anyone could ask for. My dad played in the NFL for 11 years on the Eagles and the Giants. So growing up as a kid I was taught the game of football. I've been playing football ever since. But one day on October 12, 2004, when I was at practice in 7th grade for my biggest game of the year and I got a phone call saying that my father had a heart attack. And then I missed that game to go to his funeral. Rest in Peace pops.
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