While running backs or outside linebackers continually engage their minds in game-planning and making split-second decisions on the field, I’m simply see-ball; kick-ball. No imagination. No intellectual exercise. Quarterbacks can be artists; shifting formations, changing plays, commanding 90-yard, no-huddle, game-winning drives.
Kickers must be machines. Like your dishwasher or lawnmower, I’m all about repeatability. When you push the start button, yank the pull-rope, or trot me onto the field, all that matters is achieving the intended result. Clean the grease off the fry pan, circulate the mower blade, score the three points. While my teammates use their brains to out-game their opponents, I’ve learned to turn my mind off so as not to out-think myself.