Football has been part of my life since the day I was born. My dad’s NFL dreams were crushed by an early college injury, and he didn’t hope his son would have the career he’d missed—he expected it. And I never minded, because carrying a football was as natural to me as breathing. It’s just that since the moment I walked into the hospital and saw my best friend had become a vegetable, I haven’t much wanted to breathe, let alone play ball. They all expect me to follow my dreams while Brogan’s wither right alongside his body.
