Noah

Friday nights always smelled like cut grass, sweat, and somebody burning hotdogs too long on the grill.

Normally that calmed me down.

Not tonight.

First game without Daniel.

First snap without his stupid commentary. First warmup without his voice echoing across the field, hyping himself up louder than anyone else.

The air felt different.

Lighter.

Tighter.

Both.

I stood on the sideline in full gear, helmet in my hand, watching the stands fill up under the ...