All I wanted for so long was to remember the car crash that killed my mother. Like it might somehow chase away the guilt and grief that followed her death.
Football has been my life. Not that I ever had a choice in the matter. When your dad is a retired, future Hall-of-Fame quarterback, the gridiron tends to weave its way into your DNA.
Moving to the middle of nowhere right before my senior year wasn’t ideal. Then again, neither was my brother dying. The move was supposed to be a fresh st…
