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I smiled “Not necessar

y, but thank you”

I settled into my seat as the bus driver closed the doors In a few minutes, we’d be on the tarmac and in the air

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Sam

We won our game Sunday, but after the first few snaps, I realized Wes wasn’t throwing to me He was still pissed about last week I tried to talk to hioing to have to prove ain Fuck

This was one tiet Coach to call the plays He wanted Wes to throw to me, but the quarterback called the shots once we stepped on the field He didn’t trust me, and it showed

I sat in the locker rooame and waited for the room to clear Wes was dressed in his dark suit He had to move over to the press room in a few minutes

“Hey, man Can we talk?” I cornered him by the mirrors

“Yeah I have a olf cart”

“Look, I know I fucked up last week But what happened out there today? I can catch the damn ball”

His hand landed on my shoulder “You blocked today That was your job And you did a da the defenders off our asses So thank you” He paused, and his eyes hardened “But if you ever drop another pass in the end zone again, I swear…”

“Blakefield, they’re ready for you”

He looked at ?”

I glared at hi ball next week” I walked away from him