From as far back as I'm able to remember, I learned football by laying on my dad's chest as a little baby and watched football with him. I never knew....
Then as I got older I played baseball all through Little League, Jr. High, and High School, and tried out in College but did not make the team. Anyway, all through those young years in Jr. High, and High School, I was always there on the football field sidelines watching my childhood friend practice (he also played baseball with me - center field) and waiting for him to finish, shower up, then we would go home.
I cannot count the times that the football would come out of bounds and I would trot over to it and throw it back on the field. I had coaches almost beg me to try out for the team. I never did...I think I was just a wimp and did not like the pain that football players go through. Even as a catcher and first baseman in baseball, when my left thumb got jacked up the pain was miserable...at least to me!
I regret that I never played...I think I could have been maybe a good QB because as a catcher I had to have speed on my throws and accuracy. I think the coaches saw that and as their job required, they always prodded me to try out....I never did...my regret, my loss, my "what if's..."
There is no better game on this planet Earth!!