waved my arms up and down as if I was in the stands watching them. Lynn rolled her eyes and said, “Now it’s just a game, lay down and keep quiet before your voice busts and you can’t yell ‘Let’s go’ ever again.” I straight up ignored her; she didn’t know how bad my passion for football was. Nobody did. Someday I wanted to meet DK Metcalf, even be like him. But me laying in this hospital bed cooped up like I had a disease, I knew my chances to play were 0 in a million.
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