#Chapter113
PHOENIX
Six years ago…
We lost in the game. This is fucking exhausting! The more I did my best the more we lost by only two fucking points. I can’t believe it! This is my last year and my last chance for NFL drafting.
Every muscle in my body aches and quivers with anger, disappointment, and exhaustion. My mind doesn’t seem to work when all I feel is frustration and disappointment.
I take my quickest shower and bolt out of the locker room. I avoid my team because I know they’re going to invite me to drink to oblivion since there’s supposed to be a team party tonight if we won.
I need to go to my girlfriend Gabby’s apartment, but she went to her family and wasn’t able to watch our game.
I check my phone; Hawk did not call—he must have heard the news about our game. Since he moved to New York, I don’t have my number one fan to watch my game anymore. I call Gabby; she’s not picking up my call as well.
