I was 17 years old the night Vince Young brought me to my knees and made this once tough, football-playing high schooler cry in front of 90,000 people.
Let me give you a little bit of background. I’m from right outside of Los Angeles, about 20 minutes from Dodger Stadium. I didn’t really become a sports fan until I was in eighth grade or so, but once I started playing sports in high school, the love grew. I can’t believe it’s been 16 years already, but during my formative teenage years of sports fandom, USC was the king of college football. Carson Palmer, Matt Leinart, Reggie Bush and Troy Polamalu were my heroes. Hell, I even liked John David Booty, and not just because of that exquisite last name.