Dreams Do Come True, Part I: Phone call from the Redskins

One morning last September, my phone rang, “703-726-7000.” I looked at it and had a thought, “Is this the Redskins?”

I sort of recognized the phone number from all the times I had sent letters and books and whatever else to them throughout the years, hoping to land an opportunity. I started trying to get in with the Washington Redskins when I was 17 years old, and used to send letters out to former Redskins GM Charley Casserly. I’ve come close a half a dozen times in my life to getting in the door with my beloved Redskins. I bleed burgundy and gold, always have, always will.

I stared at the phone number for a split second and thought, “I think it is, I better answer this.” My wife Samantha…