Published July 30, 2008
This morning, I forgot that I had a steroid test at 6 a.m.
I was awakened by a knock on the door. It was two intern athletic trainers sent to my room to awaken me to give a urine sample. They looked very scared and nervous. I could only imagine how they would feel if they had to awake a 6'4” 300-pound lineman out of precious sleep that he needs to survive training camp.
When I arrived downstairs, there were two guys waiting in front of me. I had to pee so bad. I complained like a 3-year-old for so long that they took me ahead of the other two guys.
For breakfast, I had an egg white omelet with mushrooms, tomatoes, onions and shredded provolone cheese. Yummy!
This morning, we had meetings at 8:30. We install at least five new defenses every meeting. That’s why is very important that I always review my notes before practice and at bedtime.
After meetings, I decided to get some strength and conditioning in before practice. At training camp, it is very important that you maintain your strength and conditioning. Training camp weakens the mind and body only if you let it.
Special teams practice was good. I love special teams. I try to participate on as many special teams as I can. I’m a starter on kick-off return, field goal protection and field goal block. My philosophy is "the more you can do." In the NFL, teams like to have guys who can contribute on offense or defense and on special teams. I will fight my butt off to stay on as many special teams as possible until they kick me out of the NFL.
After practice, I had lunch — rice and chicken and a can of yellow tuna fish that Troy Polamalu wanted me to try. It was delicious.
Now I’m back in my room resting my legs. We have practice at 2:55 p.m. (Tuesday).
I failed to mention the thousands of fans that we have at every evening practice. I think some of these people take a two-week vacation just to come watch a bunch of guys kill each other. I’m wondering if some of these people work. It’s amazing. But that’s what makes football what it is today. The athletes who play it, and the crazy die hard fans.
Now, I’m headed to go get a massage.