CHAPTER 7
MILES
FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON…I’m a ball of f*****g nerves. I don’t think I’ve sweated this much from anxiety since my first game in the league.
When I was traded to the Grizzlies midseason last year, I was pissed off and distracted when I arrived in Chicago. I slacked, and the better the Kingsmen did during the year, the more pissed off I became. Watching your former team win the Bowl without you is soul-crushing. But I have an opportunity to make a name for myself this year and I’m not going to waste it.
“Hey, man, you look like you’re about a minute away from throwing up.” Siska comes over, wearing only his pants, untied.
“I’ve just been thinking.”
“Stop thinking. That’s rule number one. You’re one of the best safeties in the league. That’s why you were traded.”
I’m no
