The woman went bright red.
Then the player took a microphone.
He looked straight at her and said something that made the people around us gasp.
But he wasn’t finished.
What he did next was far worse for that woman than calling security ever could have been.
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Football had belonged to my husband and our daughter long before I understood enough of the game to follow a full
drive without asking questions.
Gavin could spend an entire Sunday explaining formations to Maisie as though she were preparing for an exam. She loved every second of it, especially because he had a habit of forgetting her bedtime whenever the game was close.
Their favorite player was veteran wide receiver Cole Brennan.
Gavin owned his jersey, defended him whenever he had a bad game, and once spent twenty minutes explaining to Maisie why one impossible catch proved Cole was “built differently.”
