I knew I wasn't going to be drafted early -- I was a three star recruit coming out of high school, and while I was a playmaker at college, it wasn't on a grand scale -- but I wanted to take my grandmother to the draft anyway. She was so excited about the ceremony of it all, I don't think she realised I hadn't been called by the end of the night. But while it was easy for me to accept not being drafted early, each round that passed, each team that selected another defensive back over me, it stung a bit more. By the time my name was finally called, it was something of a relief. It was a strange feeling because at the time, I probably would have said the Hawks weren't among my preferred destinations. I'd just been thinking "man, it gets pretty damned cold up there". Then they got me in an office negotiating my contract, and it hit me that I was a professional football player now. I walked out of the office and called my wife -- we weren't even engaged yet at the time -- and told her it was done. Start looking for a nice house in Baltimore. I wasn't really in the right mental space to process the reality of achieving a dream, and making plans for the future at the same time.
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