Nick
It was football preseason, and I played harder than ever to prove myself. I was a second-stringer for the Florida Sharks, a wide receiver with lightning in my feet, and I deserved a permanent position as a first-string. Which was why, now that we were running drills, I was giving it my all.
I lived and breathed football. I came from Fort Collins, so the Colorado Stallions should have been my aim, but I had loved the Sharks since I could remember. There was something about the way they played that made the game seem like more than only the collision of muscular bodies and more like a game of skill and finesse. I had managed to get noticed in the right circles, and in time, I had moved onward and upward. I was so close to being a Florida Shark now, I could taste it.
I was one of the
