Roadside carcasses end up the same way. Carrion sucked down by read headed swirling birds. Bones stolen to decorate rodent lairs. Tails slowly fizzling away. Until all that’s left is a brown tuft of fur, marooned by the summer sun. The possum, the skunk whose smell disappears, the racoon, the rabbit, all end up the same way. Their bodies become unswept Supercuts floor blowing to the tune of traffic. Dream big. Work hard. This is what you think about when you run.
The NFL offseason is over. Roster cuts, franchise tags, free agency, the NFL Draft, OTAs, and trades, all of it has happened and passed away.