All I can see is a swirl of whites, greys, and greens. The roar of the crowd is so deafening that I can no longer distinguish a single word; all I can hear is high-pitched yelling. I sink down to the aluminum bench and shut my eyes, dropping my head, fighting desperately to get a hold of myself. There’s a camera trained on me right now, capturing every movement that I make. There always is. Even that realization doesn’t shake this off. I just need a fucking minute. Someone puts a baseball hat on my head. I don’t bother to look up and see who it is. There seems to be a constant sting of slaps on my back and shoulders—I barely feel them. They just magnify the chaotic, out-of-control feelings threatening to overwhelm me. I don’t deserve this. Just getting Charlie back and having her pregnant with our baby was enough. I can’t have all of this goodness. When I do open my eyes, I focus on my right leg. What a fucking crazy fourteen months. I would like to say that I never doubted getting to this moment after the “break seen around the world,”
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