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we got dressed, letting the commentary blaring from the TV serve as background noise. The coaches and other staff tried to drum up some excitement, probably to get our minds off of Mayfair, but it wasn’t working. We just wanted to know what was going to happen.
    Trent was quiet. Probably wondering what was going to happen next, and I was too. I’d be a bald-faced lie if I said having Trent back as the primary quarterback wouldn’t be nice. I’d played with him since I started on this team – hell, since I started in the league – and that combination had proved to be like magic. We were homeboys off the field, so we automatically had a certain level of camaraderie. On the field, our communication was so on point it was damn near telekinetic. There was no doubt in my mind that me and Trent could win games, and I was ready to make the shit happen.
    Our head coach, Coach Lou, stepped into the locker room, the expression on his face impassive. He got Trent’s attention, signaling that he wanted to speak to him in his office. Immediately, Trent’s eyes scanned the room and met mine. I nodded as he stood up, swinging the strap of his bag onto his shoulder to follow.
    There it was.
    I just hated that it had to be because Mayfair was out. Nobody wanted to see their teammate go down.
    I was pulling my shirt over my head when a familiar face on the TV screen caught my attention. I frowned, crossing my arms as a local sports reporter filled the screen, holding the mic up to the man beside him.
    “Stan Mathews, NewsOne Sports. You must be very proud tonight,” the reporter said, not waiting for an answer before he turned back to the camera. “For those of you who don’t know, I’m just outside the VIP box, and happened to run into none other than NFL legend Greg Johnson. You here to see your son play?”
    My father smiled – an easy, dimpled grin, identical to mine. “Well, if you want to call it that.”
    Stan looked confused by the answer, but smiled back anyway, pushing on. “So are you proud of JJ’s performance tonight? That last catch was spectacular.”
    “I was certainly glad to see him make a catch. Think I might have to start calling the boy butterfingers since he can’t seem to keep the ball in his hands.”
    My eyes narrowed at the same time Stan’s did. I was pissed. Stan was just further confused.
    “Are you referring to the play where the defense was flagged for pass interference? Kendall Griggs grabbed his arm, and Jordan still managed to catch it…”
    My father scoffed. “But did he keep it? If he’d held onto the ball and gotten loose, he could have run it in. Kings wouldn’t have needed a touchdown to win, and maybe Mayfair wouldn’t have torn up his knee. Every play matters in football, and now that boy is probably benched for the season.”
    “Well, there you have it,” Stan said, looking mildly horrified by how expertly my father had blamed me for Mayfair’s injury. “Uh, interesting commentary from record-breaking former NFL wide-receiver Greg Johnson.”
    Interesting?
    Ha.
    More like bullshit , I thought to myself as I stuffed my earbuds into my ears. I’d been planning to wait to hear the news about Mayfair before I went out to the mandatory press conference, but I was suddenly ready to be done for the night, period. I packed up my stuff and headed out, ignoring the waiting crowd of reporters and player’s families as I waited my turn to answer whatever shitty, repetitive questions were waiting for me tonight.
    “What do you think about what happened to Mayfair?”
    “It’s messed up. When I saw it on replay, it looked nasty.”
    “Can you give us any specifics about his injury?”
    “No comment, because I don’t know any answers myself, and if I did, that’s his private medical information, to be released as he sees fit. I hope to see him make a quick recovery, no matter what the prognosis is.”
    “How do you feel about being able to put up a win for your team?”
    “It