It happened during a routine drill. A blitz came off the blind side, a 260-pound linebacker named “The Rhino” folded Dallas’s leg the wrong way. The sound was a wet pop that echoed in the silent stadium. I was the first one on the field.
The team lost in the final seconds. The backup threw a pick-six. The stadium emptied in a mournful sigh. I was packing up the medical kit when I felt a hand on my shoulder. HDSidelined- The QB and Me
His face was grey. Sweat beaded on his perfect brow. But he wasn’t looking at his knee. He was looking at me. It happened during a routine drill