The zodiac chart for the 2017-18 NFL season
I got into football long before the stars align to create a perfect storm.
The year 2000.
My mother was a high school junior, living in Los Angeles, in the heart of the NFL bubble.
The NFL was the only thing on my mind.
I loved the game, the atmosphere, the passion of the fans, and the fact that it was so young.
It had a way of keeping me up at night, even though I was still working on my math homework.
When the sun rose in the morning, I woke up in my bed at night and practiced every single day until I was the best player in the country.
My teammates loved me.
My coaches loved me, too.
We were so close to one another.
When I was a sophomore in high school, I got a call from my mom.
She told me I’d be a part of the team, and that I had a lot of work to do.
She was right.
I didn’t have a lot to do, and I had to do it.
I was never good at anything, but I had everything.
I started playing on the field, running the offense, and making plays on special teams.
When you’re an undrafted free agent and the team that drafted you doesn’t have much depth at the position, it’s a blessing.
You get to compete, and when you do, it makes your teammates feel special.
I had that opportunity.
I got drafted in the fifth round of the 2010 NFL draft, the same pick that drafted me.
That’s when I started to realize that this was something special, something I was destined to do for the rest of my life.
The first year of my career in the NFL, I started off well.
I led the league in rushing and receiving yards in 2010, and was the league’s second-leading rusher in 2011 with 1,945 yards.
I also set a new career high with four touchdowns and was second in the league with 1.78 yards per carry.
The next year, I made my first Pro Bowl, but my numbers dropped off.
In 2012, I missed a bunch of games due to injury, but still led the NFL in rushing with 1