Chapter Thirteen JaneThe two most beautiful words in all of professional football: bye week, a.k.a. the one week of the season where our team doesn’t have a game on the schedule, a.k.a. sweet freedom. No traveling, drastically reduced hours on the practice field, and a chance for every player, trainer, manager, and coach to catch their breath and enjoy a little sanity in the midst of an otherwise insane season.
Yes, I love my job more than any sane person should, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need a break every once in a while. In past years, I’ve spent the entirety of this week plopped on my couch, interacting exclusively with the Thai food delivery guy and the host of whatever game show I’m binge-watching.
But this year is different. I’m trading in my extra-large order of pad Thai for
