back on my high school football career, I could have been a great player.
Only a couple things stood in my way.
First off, I didn’t like to get tackled. And I wasn’t fond of tackling others. It came down to not wanting to put myself in a position to experience an unnecessary level of pain.
A second factor was my being very slow compared to other boys at my grade level. I could have overcome this deficiency by being particularly agile or strong. I was neither.
Now, in my elder years, I love to share football stories with friends of mine. I let them go first and smile and nod as I hear about exciting gridiron heroics.
When it’s my turn, I simply say, “I could have been a great football player.”
Then I shut up.