Each night when I get back to the hotel, I decompress by watching Pastor Keion Henderson's church sermons on YouTube, something I've done since high school. With all the stress and expectations I'm facing, it helps me draw myself back in and remember my why – why I do all of this, who I serve. Getting into my faith gives me appreciation and humbleness for the game.
One of my whys is just how much I've loved football since I was in pee wee, running around playing tag. I remember that feeling – the rush of just running away from everyone trying to catch you.
I've reminisced a lot on what football meant to me as a kid. After Tuesday's practice this week, I was catching punts and every time the ball went in the air, a line of kids behind me would yell "ohhhh," until I caught it. It was a continuous thing.
When I was done, I was on the field talking to my fiancée and I was one of the last guys left. I remember the kids started chanting "Tyler, Tyler." As I started to turn around and look at the crowd, they chanted louder.
It gave me goosebumps. I never pictured myself being in this situation. Just the fact the fans already have love for me, and I haven't played a down yet for the Chicago Bears is special.
I try to sign as much as I can after practices, especially for the kids, because I remember what it meant when I was young to have any interaction with an NFL player whether it was a handshake, high five or an autograph.