AUSTIN, Texas — Sitting poolside, he relives eviction No. 8, a memory that, like so many others, is permanently seared in Kevin Byard's mind.
Leaning forward in a soft white chair, elbows resting on his knees with his fingers clasped, Byard is coolly positioned underneath a lip of shade. Ripples slowly sway on the pool. There's no other voices, no other visitors, only the hum of dragonflies. Byard, in no rush, methodically goes back in time. It happened the Monday before he hoped to be drafted into the NFL. Byard received a chilling call from Mom.