Well you see, growing up in Texas your idea of success is measured by a state championship. Every year it’s either state championship or bust. My and my longhorn teammates were never able to accomplish this goal, although we came very close one year. We made it all the way to the finals, and we would’ve won the state championship too had it not been for my best friend Hank snapping his ankle near the end zone. Ever since high school I’ve left the game of football with a gigantic chip on my shoulder. This new football league has given me the opportunity for me to win the prestigious championship trophy I was never able to win in high school. Although I have grown to love so many aspects of this league, especially the camaraderie I’ve built with my teammates, my only measure of success in this league will be if I won a championship or not. Once I do that, I feel I will have accomplished my goal of being a champion on the gridiron. Maybe then my sweet, sweet Lenore will finally come back to me. And of course I will finally have something to brag to my friends about. They won’t even believe it unless I show them a trophy so watch out league, because the Billdozer is here to stay and he’s not leaving without one of those big shiny trophies!
“My name is Dauterive comma Bill, I am also insane.”