Chapter Eight-3

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“I tell you, Coach, I’m not an emotional man, but when I saw that kid go down with the rotator cuff injury… what’s his name?” “Bradley?” “Yeah, it literally brought tears to my eyes. Here’s a kid, breaks the NCAA passing records last year, comes in second in the Heisman voting, foregoes the draft to finish his senior year to get his worthless college degree, then has a career threatening injury because your blind side lineman misses a block. s**t, that must’ve scarred the kid, like a knife being slowly dragged across the skin. You know what I mean, Buquet?” “I know, Phillipe, I felt the same way. It was a damn shame for the kid and his family. I recruited him, you know.” “No, I did not know that. You must have an eye for talent, it seems. You really know how to pick out and isolate the

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