I get up in the morning. I brush my teeth after I eat my breakfast. I get my tired rear end in the car and go to college.
All the while, I'm still thinking about football after I've checked MSN.com for anything new. For me, football is an obsession/future career and I love it to death. I can't believe there was a time where I demeaned it, but that's another story.
The point is that I'm a young man who is not a professional athlete and yet gets so fired up when his team plays, you'd swear I was in pads on the field.
But what is football? Is it Age of Empires on a grass field with a ball and helmets? Is it a sacred ritual that is part of a pagan religion? Is it even a business?
"Yes" can be the answer to all of the above, but when you remove all emotional attachment, football is a game. Real men play this game for millions of dollars. All they do is football. They are playing a game.
Except, a lot of times, we as fans in our competitiveness forget that it is a game. That when Sunday is over that these men go home and be regular men.
After all, that is just what they are...regular men.
Have you ever thought about who is that man beyond the guy who led a great drive to win a Super Bowl or caught so many passes that normal humans couldn't touch?
Who are they as men? We worship them for their athletic talents, but we regularly, especially the ignorant fan, forget how these men are on the inside.
Are they good fathers? Are they kind, calm persons who help those in need when he can't figure out his geometry lesson or when she needs a fourth for an afternoon tea party with Ms. Susie Bear and Little Quackers the Duck.
When I think about what I want to in life when it comes to my kids, I think of what John Wayne said in The Cowboys before he dies. "Every man wants his children to be better than he was."
Well, Steve McNair, the former quarterback for the Tennessee Titan died, and he died with his two young sons not knowing who is going to teach them or make them better than daddy was?
Steve McNair was a great football player who achieved a great deal of success. However, he was murdered this past Fourth of July before he could reach the same success he had in the NFL as a father.
However, another man stepped in. Not a boy, not an athlete, but a real man stepped in, and his name is Vincent Young.
Vince Young is known as the quarterback for the Tennessee Titans who was a pupil under McNair before and after he lead the University of Texas to a NCAA Division IA Championship title in the Rose Bowl.
Most of us remember him for that and the fact that he lost his starting quarterback position to Kerry Collins this past year. People call him retarded or label him a bust because he can't play football like Peyton Manning or Tom Brady can.
I refuse to let my memory remember only that. I intend to remember Vince Young for what he did that was more valuable than winning any diamond studded ring.
He became a real man to two boys that weren't even his own. He took McNair's two sons, Tyler and Trenton, to "Dear Dad's Breakfast" this past Wednesday at their school, because he loved those boys like he loved their father.
Young told The Tennessean, "Those are my boys. I wouldn't say it was to pay anyone back; it was just out of love. Steve would do it for me. He pretty much did it for me when I was growing up. I have a history with the boys and I want to do anything I can. I am their big brother."
The boys are doing better because of Vince Young's realization that family and love is key to a person's life. He is still fighting for his chance to be a great quarterback, but he won't be blind to two young boys who need a man like him to guide them.
When I think about that, I hope that my boys will be able to tell our next generation about me, not just as a writer, but as a great father just like I will tell them about my dad.
We talk about Vince Young as a bust, but I'll remember him as a Hall of Fame man.