I am by far one of the few rare women who lives and breaths football. I am so obsessed with it I would rearrange my Sundays to ensure by kick off I was on the couch with snacks and beers on standby! So this meant the earliest mass was attended (if I went), dinner was done, the house was cleaned, and I was dressed in my team gear (Go Redskins!!) no matter what was going on in my life football was the perfect outlet. Then I discovered in my town there was an league….I began playing right after going into remission. The thing I loved about it was I surrounded by women who loved the sport and loved competing….these women became my family and the game because my escape from reality. Before I entered the league I was facing being homeless, I was depressed and contemplating suicide. I truly believed it saved my life and it gave me something to look forward especially when everything else in life was crumbling. No one knew my struggles but the confidence I gained on the field was the confidence I used to continue fighting and not letting situations keep me down….three years later I am still playing…even I am much happier in my life now than I was back then I still feel the same excitement and look forward to every Sunday (Game Day)….