"He thought he was a god because he could throw a football. He didn't realize the NFL was just a business, and my family owned the board."
The service tunnel stretched for nearly a quarter of a mile beneath the stadium bleachers. It was a relic from the original construction of the athletic complex in the 1970s, used primarily for plumbing and electrical wiring.
It took me twenty agonizing minutes to drag myself through the dark. The adrenaline that had allowed me to lift the steel rack was fading rapidly, replaced by a deep, nauseating throbbing in my right leg. My hands were slick with my own blood from crawling over exposed pipes and rough concrete.
Finally, the tunnel ended at an iron grate built into the foundation of the stadium's exterior wall.
I hit the grate with the heel of m
