Dear the people who are reading this,
If you are reading this, I am already dead. The killer is still in the house and his identity must be sought out. Now there are three things you must find in order to….oh….sorry, wrong letter. Uh...hi everybody. My name is Dex Kennedy. I was born and raised in Los Angeles County and have been playing football since I was 4 years old. If you’re reading this, I was selected in the Season 22 NSFL Draft...with the 69th overall pick.
There aren’t too many things in life that are as perfect as being selected with the 9th pick in the 6th round (R6P9) and 69th overall. It’s almost too perfect which is a major reason why this all still very surreal to me. Just yesterday I was picking up weeds and selling them to Tom Nook’s maybe-son. Today...I’m still picking up and selling weeds as my main source of income but I’m doing it as a member of the Baltimore Hawks!
I was, admittedly, pretty vague towards which team I wanted to be selected by in the Season 22 draft. I did do this interview but I think it left a lot more questions than answers. Just to elaborate: I am still in very good graces with my family. They were right by my side during the draft and only got on my case three separate times that night about not going to Stanford, which is probably a record low.
I will say this much...my mom was not happy about me being picked with...you know…the sex number. When they announced that the next pick would be the 69th overall pick in the draft, my mother audibly sighed. She then stated that anyone who is picked at this position should be ashamed of themselves. It was then announced that I was the 69th pick in the draft. But it’s all good...my mom has always been ashamed of me.
I got an outpour of support following the pick from my fantastic teammates on the Minnesota Grey Ducks. We were all absolutely hyped the entire night with a plethora of Grey Ducks being taken off the board. Mo Magic, Buck Thornton, Lawrence Bass, William Alexander, Jamar Lackson, and Sebastian Vettel were among my fantastic locker room bros and birds of a feather that were selected. All of those guys, as well as all of my teammates and our GMs, gave me the best possible first experience I could ever ask for in the DSFL. It’s not over yet so I don’t need to get too sappy right now. But I absolutely want to thank them for everything they’ve done for me.
To all my friends from high school and college, thank you for always supporting me and never thinking less of me all the times I’ve failed to accomplish something. To my roommate in my sophomore year at UCLA, I do not thank you as I know for a FACT it was YOU, Tommy Brandancowicz, who drank all my Cambell’s chunky soup cups. I will never forgive for that and I wish to never make contact with you ever again for as long as I live. To everyone else at UCLA...thank you for not being Tommy Brandacowicz.
To the city of Baltimore, thank you for welcoming me into your open arms. I am a West coast guy by heart but that doesn’t mean I reject the East coast entirely. And because you’re not Long Island, New Jersey, or Florida, I love you and thank you for accepting me, Baltimore. I hope to repay the warm welcome with the best possible play I can give you on the defensive side of the ball. And though I may have a minor-deathly fear of birds, I am still enamored by your love of hawks.
To the Baltimore Hawks organization, thank you for choosing me! I know that it was very tough to gage my talent in the limited time I spent in the DSFL. But for pulling the trigger on me, I am eternally in your debt. I know it may be some time before I suit up as a Hawk officially, but with patience comes great things. That’s what my mommy always told me while I waited for her in the car outside Dave’s house. I always used to ask about Dave but all she told me was “he’s a business partner of mine that your father doesn’t need to hear about.” Never figured out what that was about but, regardless, I’m still very happy to be a Hawk!
And finally...to my parents. You both raised me, you both introduced me to the game of football, you both attended all my games, you both introduced to Stanford, you both really wanted me to go to Stanford, you both begged me to go to Stanford, you both shunned me for about 2 years when I went to UCLA instead, and you both eventually let me back into the house. I love you guys and hope that all can remain well between us...at least for now.
And to everyone else reading this that didn’t get a specific mention, thank you for creating an extremely welcoming community that I have appreciated tremendously. I’m not good at finishing letters.
-Dex Kennedy
If you are reading this, I am already dead. The killer is still in the house and his identity must be sought out. Now there are three things you must find in order to….oh….sorry, wrong letter. Uh...hi everybody. My name is Dex Kennedy. I was born and raised in Los Angeles County and have been playing football since I was 4 years old. If you’re reading this, I was selected in the Season 22 NSFL Draft...with the 69th overall pick.
There aren’t too many things in life that are as perfect as being selected with the 9th pick in the 6th round (R6P9) and 69th overall. It’s almost too perfect which is a major reason why this all still very surreal to me. Just yesterday I was picking up weeds and selling them to Tom Nook’s maybe-son. Today...I’m still picking up and selling weeds as my main source of income but I’m doing it as a member of the Baltimore Hawks!
I was, admittedly, pretty vague towards which team I wanted to be selected by in the Season 22 draft. I did do this interview but I think it left a lot more questions than answers. Just to elaborate: I am still in very good graces with my family. They were right by my side during the draft and only got on my case three separate times that night about not going to Stanford, which is probably a record low.
I will say this much...my mom was not happy about me being picked with...you know…the sex number. When they announced that the next pick would be the 69th overall pick in the draft, my mother audibly sighed. She then stated that anyone who is picked at this position should be ashamed of themselves. It was then announced that I was the 69th pick in the draft. But it’s all good...my mom has always been ashamed of me.
I got an outpour of support following the pick from my fantastic teammates on the Minnesota Grey Ducks. We were all absolutely hyped the entire night with a plethora of Grey Ducks being taken off the board. Mo Magic, Buck Thornton, Lawrence Bass, William Alexander, Jamar Lackson, and Sebastian Vettel were among my fantastic locker room bros and birds of a feather that were selected. All of those guys, as well as all of my teammates and our GMs, gave me the best possible first experience I could ever ask for in the DSFL. It’s not over yet so I don’t need to get too sappy right now. But I absolutely want to thank them for everything they’ve done for me.
To all my friends from high school and college, thank you for always supporting me and never thinking less of me all the times I’ve failed to accomplish something. To my roommate in my sophomore year at UCLA, I do not thank you as I know for a FACT it was YOU, Tommy Brandancowicz, who drank all my Cambell’s chunky soup cups. I will never forgive for that and I wish to never make contact with you ever again for as long as I live. To everyone else at UCLA...thank you for not being Tommy Brandacowicz.
To the city of Baltimore, thank you for welcoming me into your open arms. I am a West coast guy by heart but that doesn’t mean I reject the East coast entirely. And because you’re not Long Island, New Jersey, or Florida, I love you and thank you for accepting me, Baltimore. I hope to repay the warm welcome with the best possible play I can give you on the defensive side of the ball. And though I may have a minor-deathly fear of birds, I am still enamored by your love of hawks.
To the Baltimore Hawks organization, thank you for choosing me! I know that it was very tough to gage my talent in the limited time I spent in the DSFL. But for pulling the trigger on me, I am eternally in your debt. I know it may be some time before I suit up as a Hawk officially, but with patience comes great things. That’s what my mommy always told me while I waited for her in the car outside Dave’s house. I always used to ask about Dave but all she told me was “he’s a business partner of mine that your father doesn’t need to hear about.” Never figured out what that was about but, regardless, I’m still very happy to be a Hawk!
And finally...to my parents. You both raised me, you both introduced me to the game of football, you both attended all my games, you both introduced to Stanford, you both really wanted me to go to Stanford, you both begged me to go to Stanford, you both shunned me for about 2 years when I went to UCLA instead, and you both eventually let me back into the house. I love you guys and hope that all can remain well between us...at least for now.
And to everyone else reading this that didn’t get a specific mention, thank you for creating an extremely welcoming community that I have appreciated tremendously. I’m not good at finishing letters.
-Dex Kennedy
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