When I was a kid, I couldn't throw a football.
Never could pull it off. Always had a bad spiral. Threw it into the ground or spun it as a duck.
I always dreamed I'd be my heroes, Roger Staubach, or Danny White. Loved Danny. Thought he was the guy that could get it done. My lifetime Coach Landry was there, and Danny slinged it like no one else. Didn't help that by my biological father worked for the Cowboys and I got to meet a lot of the players.
But, later in life, as a teenager, I got on the football team! A small 1A team in south Alabama where my family took me. I had good football smarts, knew the game, the schemes. Kept rolling over in my mind how I'd be the next Danny White or our new UCLA hotshot, that guy..Troy something.
But, nah, couldn't sling it still. Threw it to the ground. Ended up 5'8 as well. Legs like trees though, so a tight end I was. Well, Tight end till a game with Enterprise AL High where I set a block and both knees permanently exploded with meniscus tears to the back on both.
Point is, I knew the game. Never had the body for it. Broke myself to the point I am 40 and walk with a cane because of what happened at 16. The fact I made straight A's in my classes on football as a kid doesn't make me a coach. If it did, I'd be doing it.