One of the very first Thanksgiving memories I have is learning how to throw a football with my Dad and Uncle. I remember clearly that chilly Thanksgiving day. My uncle kept asking me to throw the football with him but at the time i was so young i really had never played any sport before so i was scared. He and my dad took me outside and spent what seemed like hours with me teach me how to throw and catch a football.
After a while i got the hang of it. I was throwing spirals, sloppy spirals that is, at such a young age and i couldn't of felt better about myself if i tried. I remember how happy they were they taught me and that made me even happier to see me make my two roles models happy.
Still to this day, every time i throw a football I'll have glimpses of that very moment. I still think about the words they were telling me on how to throw a football as they flash through my head right before I'm about to do it. Every NFL game on Thanksgiving i think about how all those soon to be greats started with football. The way you were introduced to a sport really does stick with you for a lifetime.
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