Time eventually heals all wounds, and as the end of 1984 started to draw to a close, so did my anxiety of feeling like a social outcast in school in Mandeville, Louisiana. Although, in all the moves we would make, living there was by far the winner in terms of physical wounds.

SBJ continues his long journey to his favorite team.

(Note from the editor: Over the past season and a half, SBJ has put money in your pockets. His numbers speak for themselves. He has, however, done it behind a veil of mystery. This series has opened the door to the inner mind of SBJ, who he is football-wise and why he is that way. It is the endearing story of fandom lost, but found yet again. Be sure you catch up with the series if you haven’t here in Part I and here in Part II. Then, go make yourself some money.)

Mandeville, Louisiana was now home number four in just under my tenth year of existence. Of all the sociological transitions we made over those early years this would by far be the hardest to adjust to academically.

I can still remember the knot in my stomach growing tighter like a constrictor, once I could hear the high pitched squeal of the school bus brakes grinding to a depressing halt at the corner of my street.

My very first organized sports experience was playing T-Ball, at the age of seven in Flower Mound, Texas. We were the Cubs, despite the fact that our uniforms were yellow. I played first base, and chose number three in honor of the current Texas Ranger first baseman at the time Pete O’Brien. He played first, like me, and he had an Irish surname, so I was sold on my favorite number from the get go.

The NFL Rundown and History of SBJ.

Love to see me do this ish, like WHOA!!!!!!

Public put me through this ish, like WHOA!!!!!!

A totally different look at NFL Primetime.