Noah

I should’ve been focusing on the game film playing on my laptop. The recruiter from State wasn’t just sniffing around anymore—he’d been at Friday’s game, watching every move, every throw, every play. Tonight, I should’ve been dissecting coverage and memorizing tendencies. Instead, I was flat on my back, tossing a football into the air like some kid killing time at recess.

The leather smacked into my palm. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Every catch felt hollow. Every toss brought me ...