One rainy Thursday practice, Derek was having a meltdown. He threw three interceptions in a row. He slammed his helmet. He screamed at a receiver who ran the wrong route. The coach benched him for the rest of the drill. As he stalked to the edge of the field, I was there, holding the tee for the kicker. He looked at me, sweat and mud mixing on his face, and said something I’ll never forget: “Must be nice not to have to think.”
Years later, I don’t play football. Derek is selling insurance in the suburbs. But every time I watch a game on TV and see a long snapper jog onto the field, unnoticed and unthanked, I smile. The crowd is screaming for the quarterback. But the quarterback, if he is smart, is whispering a prayer for the guy holding the tee. Sidelined- The QB and Me
I snapped the ball. It was a perfect, tight spiral. The holder placed it. The kicker swung his leg. One rainy Thursday practice, Derek was having a meltdown
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