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But looking back, you know, football wasn't really the problem of what was going on. Football, it didn't pull me away from God. What I was letting it turn me into did. See, I had sensed a call from God when I was younger about a pull toward orienting my life around him in a specific direction for my life. But football, it gave me a different script to follow. Identity through dominance, value through performance, approval through applause. Now none of that is inherently evil. The sport wasn't sinful, but I could feel myself becoming someone God hadn't called me to be. More ego, more image, more edge, less Jesus.