A stranger decided his view mattered more.
Caleb had played football since he was six.
He understood the game in a way I never did.
A stranger decided his view mattered more.
He could spot what went wrong with a play before I even knew something had happened.
His favorite player was Hayes, the veteran captain of our city’s team.
Caleb had an old Hayes jersey hanging beside his bed, even after most of his football gear got packed into the garage.
« Why Hayes? » I once asked him.
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