Joe Football

Hate the game, not the player…

Only the good die young, but did it really have to be my brother–the only person in my family who understood me? Growing up in a house that’s built entirely on Super Bowl wins, I refuse to love the game and the men who play it. Football has a way of destroying lives. And here I am frustrated, angry, and empty–sick of everything that has any connection to the sport.

But then Brice comes along…

He’s everything I want, and everything I hate. Now that he’s a part of my world, I can’t give him my heart. It’s too shattered and fragile for someone like him. But I keep wondering, can he mend the broken pieces, or will he toss it away like just another one of his touchdown passes?