Dylan transferred to a private academy the next semester. He got his ACL fixed and his ego bruised. Last I heard, he’s the third-string QB at a junior college in Kansas. He sends me drunk DMs sometimes: “You should’ve waited.”
If you’re reading this, you might be the Dylan in your own story. Or the Marcus. Or the girl in the stands trying to figure out which jersey to buy. Sidelined- The QB and Me