Martin folded like a fitted sheet at the threat of…” Georgia recited as if rehearsed, her attention drifting from the lights overhead to the paperweight on my desk, out the window, and back again. She’d been trying her damnedest not to look at me since she’d knocked on the door of my office two m...
On the way to Wes’s office to go over some of the players he was hoping to draft and the kind of money he’d have to put into their contracts, I looked down a 7th Avenue that seemed to have no end. Cars and people and streetlights as far as the eye could see cluttered the space between the two row...
Just a few more like this, and I think we can move on to the workout photos.” My camera shuttered in quick succession as I continued to take photos of the Mavericks’ quarterback posing in nothing but his football pants. We had scouted out a really cool location in Phoenix for the pictorial Georgi...