His dream season was over.
His NFL takeover, terminated.
Yet as Deshaun Watson lay on a hospital bed—his right ACL torn in a freaking practice—he did not appear to be devastated. Family and friends did not detect any sadness, any madness, any of the hysterics that were sweeping the football world outside that room.
When the news broke, NFL Twitter had transformed into a funeral, with teammates, opponents and fans cursing the football gods in unison. Yet there Watson was. At peace.
Jack Waldrip, a father figure in Watson's life since he was a teenager, was there in the hospital.