Sidelined- The Qb And Me May 2026

In the locker room, Derek was mobbed by reporters. They asked him about the drive, the pressure, the final throw that got us into field goal range. He pointed across the room to where I was sitting on a bench, unlacing my cleats. “Ask him,” Derek said. “He’s the one who didn’t blink.”

Years later, I don’t play football. Derek is selling insurance in the suburbs. But every time I watch a game on TV and see a long snapper jog onto the field, unnoticed and unthanked, I smile. The crowd is screaming for the quarterback. But the quarterback, if he is smart, is whispering a prayer for the guy holding the tee. Sidelined- The QB and Me

We are the invisible architecture of every victory. And that is a glory all its own. In the locker room, Derek was mobbed by reporters