I lay awake most of that night running through options, and every single one of them led back to the same dead end.
Pruitt still hadn't answered. I emailed him again around midnight, polite, casual, no pressure, and watched the little delivered checkmark sit there doing nothing. I searched for other subjects for two straight hours, other injured athletes, other blogs, other forums and everything either wasn't verifiable enough or wasn't going to answer in time or just wasn't real in the way Wallace needed it to be real.
Around two a.m., I made myself actually think it through instead of just panicking about it.
We needed a recorded interview. A real voice, a real person, answering real questions about a real career-ending injury. I had all of that. I always had all of that. The only pro
