Colt
I love training camp. Not just the sights and sounds, and even some of the smells, but the whole vibe. The entire season is in front of us, and the sky’s the limit. Everyone is pumped. Sure, coach is about to kick our asses, but when it’s for a shot at something as epic as the Super Bowl, well, you don’t see a lot of guys complaining.
“What up, man?” Dante, our star receiver, slaps me on the back as he passes on the way to his locker.
“Hey, ready for another six to eight months of Arnicare and ice baths?” Few positions get as beat up as receivers do throughout the season, and Arnicare and ice baths are staples for a swift recovery after a brutal game.
“You’re the ol’ man.” He gives me a once over and shakes his head.
“You’re not young either.”
“Speaking of.” He leans toward me a
