Monday, October 14, 2013

the last book I ever read (Nate Jackson's Slow Getting Up, excerpt three)

from Slow Getting Up: A Story of NFL Survival from the Bottom of the Pile by Nate Jackson:

Not only did last night’s number 14 disappear like a ghost in the night, but the guy who wore it before him was a dirty word in Denver: Brian Griese. Griese took over for John Elway and Elway won two Super Bowls, dropped the mic at the fifty-yard line, and galloped into the sunset on a white horse. His residue still shines on all things Denver. His name is everywhere: in the newspapers, on the backs of children, on the lips of every talk radio personality in the area, and, of course, on car dealerships. In the three years since he retired, the Broncos have struggled to find his replacement. How do you replace a legend? You don’t. But in the NFL, you f*cking better! Griese didn’t measure up so it was off with his head. Before it stopped rolling, Coach Shanahan signed highly esteemed free agent Jake Plummer, who arrived from Arizona in the off-season My neophytic opinion after day one is that the locker room had obviously accepted him. Plummer’s the guy, part of the crew: no seams or cracks. I want to be a part of it, too.

No comments:

Post a Comment