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He rolled to his side, beating the ground with his fist I kneas hurting I had run him hard His eyes were closed The trainers tried to step in, but I waved them off Out here was my domain

“Got it”

It was the first tilimpse into how I made decisions I didn’t share often

I knew I’d throw it to him If he ran the route like that on Sunday, he would be ed Players were injured Soame The circumstances unfolded like a storate everyone through the lightning and blasting rain This wasship

Today’s grind felt good WorkingI was built for And I realized how different it was showing up to practice sober I had ines fired with precision

I walked off the field toward the locker rooms

The trainer aiting next to the tub “I have everything ready for you, Canton Just like you like it”

The cold water filled the tub I could alear in the equip and then another into the water Robbie tipped the bucket and a fresh avalanche of ice floated on top of the water

I exhaled, letting my head rest on the hard surface behind my skull

“How are you feeling?” the trainer asked

“Good,” I grunted I wanted to let the heat evaporate I was on fire

“Your neck isn’t bothering you?”

“No” I had an injury last season that had irritated ame Robbie asked like clockwork

Somewhere in that twisted head of his he wanted there to be souys on the team who could use help I wasn’t one of them

“I’ll check back with you in a few”