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The ball sailed over my head and my job was done A touchdown pass and the rookie hunched over, resting his hands on his knees

“You did good, kid”

He stared up at er than you, fuckface”

“But ether and went for the best Yoda i nearly six-three and hefting at least twenty pounds of gear across the field

“More like ”

“One man’s wise is another man’s foolish”

He shook his head and punchedone things are different”

“Things always change” Better than anyone, I kne quickly life could become quicksand under your feet Suck it up and adapt or end up in a spiral that shot you out on death’s door or somewhere worse

“You’re killing it so far Don’t psych yourself out Keep running plays like you have been and I’ll keep the defensive line off your ass for as long as I can” That was one thing I kicked ass at—protecting the QB at all costs Better I get ht to the face than the guy calling the plays If the ball ood

“But you throw a few interceptions and I’ to let them knock you around a bit”

“Thanks” He rolled his eyes “No pressure there”

I shook his shoulder pads and they clacked against his hel you a heads up”

“Why’d Coach have LJ riding the bench all pre

-season?” Austin shielded his eyes fro at our should-be cornerback hanging on the sidelines looking like he could bite through steel bars

“It’s complicated” I clapped him on the shoulder