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But I had seen Marcus after the game. He wasn’t celebrating. He was sitting on the bench, alone, staring at his hands. When I walked past him to leave the stadium, he looked up.
So, pick up the book. Watch the game. But keep your eyes on the sidelines. That is where the story is really happening. Sidelined- The QB and Me
For six weeks, we were a disaster. He’d mock my “twirly bird noises.” I’d call him a “overgrown jock with the emotional range of a tackling dummy.” We bickered in hallways. We threw protein bars at each other in the dining hall. But I had seen Marcus after the game
As I walked off the field, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and disappointment. Our team had been doing great all season, and I had been a key player in our success. But now, thanks to a stupid injury, I was sidelined. When I walked past him to leave the stadium, he looked up
I nodded, feeling a sense of pride. Even though I was sidelined, I was still a part of this team. And I knew that when I got back on the field, I would be ready.
