That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.
I grew up in a tiny town in Texas, so I understood the world of high school football.
It's fun coming back home, playing against the Grizzlies and to have the opportunity to come back and see my family.
It feels great to be home, great to be back as a part of the community.
There's always something special playing in your home country in front of your home audience.
Everybody wants to beat their former team, and I'm no different.
I've always said that I'd like to play for Las Palmas - my local team.
It's a dream come true. I get to play for my hometown team, the team I grew up rooting for.
My dad and some of them felt I should be playing on home soil and retire in front of the home crowd.
I'm pretty sure anyone that goes home to play where they're from, it's exciting for them.
