After the score B-Marsh reaches for something in his pants but Brandon Stokley, another star receiver, stops him, fearing a flag for an unlicensed prop. I stand on the sidelines as Jay Cutler finishes the drive with his third touchdown pass of the quarter. But Willie McGinest, a linebacker for the Browns, dislodged it when he buried his shoulder into my temple and spun me around in the air.
With Greek holding my head and neck still, I move my legs and arms to let her know I’m not paralyzed.Īfter a minute, I get up and walk off the field, mad at myself for not holding on to the ball. I also know that my mother is watching at home. I’m sure that, above me, the hit is mbeing replayed over and again in slow motion. It’s Thursday night in November 2008 and we’re playing a nationally televised game in Cleveland. I hear it rustling through the autumnleaves. The author spoke with Bill Littlefield on Only A Game. ( Listen to our interview and read Bill's book review.)Īnd I can feel the wind. This excerpt appears in the book Slow Getting Up by Nate Jackson. Facebook Email This article is more than 9 years old.
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