“I felt I could take myself to a place where other guys weren’t willing to go because come Sunday after a game, I already started hating the next opponent. I started hating the guy I was going to go against,” says Romanowski. “I hated the coaches. I hated their fans. I hated their family. You name it. And by the time I got onto that field come Sunday, watch out because there was rage.”
Thats awesome. Maybe its just me, but I love stuff like that. Maybe because thats the way I played football. To me its all about those two hours where you'll do anything to win.
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