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“Thank you, Candy”

I slu made sense and I had no idea how to swim in water this deep

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Dylan

There weren’t many people in this world who could relate to od To understand the pressure The physical stahest level every day my cleats crossed onto the damn field The moment the chalky lines coated my shoes

But there was one One ame took on my body Who kne the sas more than physical exertion

He didn’t give a shit about the trouble I got in off the field He didn’t care about how o ho The man was my best friend for a reason He let me live my life the way I wanted—wide open

I knew Isaac planned onwith the nenership today That was just like him He always had to have the first say

I shook my head The locker room was full of bullshit talk Guys had been worked up for teeks Soive ownership a chance to screw theain They couldn’t see any other path other than to quit

I wasn’t wired like that Quitting wasn’t inat all costs

I knehat I wanted to do Whether or not, I could pull it off was another story

I liked being a Warrior I’ll rephrase that I fucking loved being a Warrior It was the only team I had ever played for It was the only jersey I had ever wanted to wear Growing up in College Station, it felt as if the Warriors were the home team They were less than two hours away Sure, solers, but eren’t one of those faame-day drive We were Warriors fans and that was the one place I had to play

On ga in the yard It didn’t ether fro left out in the rain He put it up, no matter the weather

They knew the colors They knew the chants They knew the leading scorers and retired jerseys, but what did my parents know about contracts? How did a ten-year-old boy know he had fallen in love with a broken program, a team that had never been on track? I didn’t know shit until the day I walked in the locker room

I was drafted fro the Texas football dreae Station could play for the Austin Warriors The family team Texas’s team