I stared up at the blue sky and watched the white cumulus clouds slowly drift by.
It was eerily silent.
Suddenly whistles and voices shouting assaulted my ears. The growing white noise of a crowd hissed in the background. An intense, searing pain ran through my leg.
"Bo? Can you hear me?"
I tried to focus on the voice, but the pain increased and overrode my senses. "f**k!" I shouted as I struggled to remain conscious.
As I was carried off the field on a stretcher, I heard the crowd cheering, but I knew it was over. I heard the crack when he landed on my right leg. Even without looking down at my leg, I knew the broken bones were sticking out of my shin.
I knew I would never play again.
I went through six surgeries and spent months in the hospital. When I looked down at my right leg
