Seventeen years ago, I had no idea what my passion for photography could become. I graduated from Flagler College in 2004 with a degree in graphic design and found myself working at a screen-printing shop, but something inside me knew I wasn’t done yet. Photography had my heart. So I went back to school at Daytona State College, chasing a feeling, not a plan, trusting that curiosity would eventually lead somewhere. Around that time, I spotted a tiny, non-descriptive ad in Sports Shooter magazine looking for an assistant in Tampa for the first Sunday in February. I checked the calendar. Super Bowl Sunday. The Super Bowl was in Tampa. Could it be?! I took a leap of faith and applied. That leap changed everything. My role wasn’t glamorous. I was a Card Runner, sprinting from the field to the media workroom with memory cards, downloading images to send to editors in California, then racing back out with fresh cards for photographers Ben and Newman. Over and over again. It ...