“I don’t want to go back to who I was,” he said.
That was the start of the strangest alliance. Rehab with a broken quarterback is a humbling thing. You see them cry. You see them fail to lift their own leg. You see the bravado melt away until all that’s left is a scared twenty-one-year-old.
“Go away, trainer,” he said.
Dallas stopped showing up to rehab.
“Is it bad?” he whispered.
“Why do you care?” he asked. “I’m nobody now.”
“You’re always going to go to the script, Dallas,” I said. “I’m not in your script. I’m in the fine print.” HDSidelined- The QB and Me
“You’re not gentle with me,” he noted one rainy Tuesday, grunting through a set of squats.