Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“It’s a big decision to go pro. It totally changes the trajectory of your life and puts everything in someone else’s hands—where you live, what you can afford, how much money you make, how long you’re in debt to an organization. On the other hand, it’s full of opportunities. It’s what a lot of people dream about. You can make a ton of money. Seeing your name on people’s backs and having them buy tickets to see you play is something … it’s incredible. There’s nothing like it. But it’s not as easy of a decision as most people think it is.”
“That’s kind of how I feel about it. Especially coming off this shit season …”
He sighs. “Confidence shaken a little?”
“I guess. I mean, I know I could go out there and perform, but it’s … Do I want to do that? It’s a lot.”
“It is a lot. What do you think happened to you this year?”
“My head, I guess. Wasn’t focused.”
I was worrying about this shit already. Crew’s grandfather died, and River’s mom was sick. Everything else going on felt heavier than football.
I bite my lip as the weight of my life settles over my chest.
So many things to decide, so many choices to make, and not a fucking person in the world to talk to about it. Holidays always suck when you don’t have a family. But it’s times like this when you need a sounding board—or just somebody that actually gives a damn—that makes it the worst.
Sure, I can talk to River or even Crew, but they’re dealing with their own stuff. Coach Herbert would talk to me, too, but it makes me feel even worse to have to get advice from a coach about personal life shit. That’s not his job. He took me under his wing to coach, not to raise.
I’ll be fine, and I know that. I’m always fine. I refuse to be anything other than that.
I just wasn’t prepared to be so off-balance at the start of the season.
“You’ll be alright,” Lincoln says. “I know it doesn’t feel like it all the time, but you will. Just follow your gut. That’s the best advice I can give you. That’s your second key to life right there.”
My grin is shaky. “Thanks.”
“Figure out why you love to play ball to start with and work from there.”
“Football has always been a distraction for me. Therapy, I guess. I’m not sure it would function the same way at the professional level, you know?”
“Yeah, you’re right, and you’re smart for considering that.” Papers shuffle in the background. “You seem to make good choices. Your coach said in the nomination letter that you’re a leader on and off the field.”
My brain stops at the words your coach.
Coach nominated me?
He told me he didn’t know how the organization got my name.
Why did he do that?
“I know this is a very personal thing for you, so I appreciate you coming down here and accepting a few minutes of publicity. Other guys need to see the good that some of you do. There’s a lot to be said for leading as an example,” he says.
Flashbacks of drunk singing Adele’s “Hello” at parties, eating my weight in brownies that I didn’t realize had pot in them, and sleeping my way through half of Braxton’s female body come barreling at me.
“You know, I’m not the best leader—on the field or otherwise,” I admit. “I’ve had my share of … unfortunate circumstances.”
Immediately, I remember calling Crew to come and pick River and me up at the police station after we took a dare to trick-or-treat a sorority house naked one Halloween. It would’ve been fine if we’d made it there. Getting pulled over while only wearing banana hammocks—also on a dare—isn’t a good time.
“Haven’t we all?” Lincoln says with an amused tone.
I laugh.
“When are you coming into town?” he asks.
“I’m here. I’m early, I know, but I figured why not come down and relax a little before my last semester starts? And your people hooked me up with this hotel, by the way. Thank you for that.”
“Those people aren’t my people. My people are always less organized and not as professional. My people are oversized children like their boss. You’ve been talking to my wife’s people. She’s much more professional about shit than me.”
I laugh again. “Well, thank her for me then.”
“Hey,” he says, his voice rising. “If you’re in town, why don’t you come by for dinner one night? Thank her yourself.”
My eyes grow wide as I watch myself in the mirror above the dresser.
“Really? That’s … very cool of you, Mr. Landry—”
“Lincoln. Please. Mr. Landry is my dad. Trust me when I tell you that the differences between us are massive.”
“Well, that’s a very nice offer, Lincoln, but it’s totally unnecessary. Covering the hotel was way more than enough.”