[ WP ] During a game of football , you are hit in the head , and you receive a massive concussion . When you wake up , you are hailed internationally as a hero .

# # # # # # [ ] ( # dropcap ) Superbowl LXIV 
 
 I can feel his eyes on me. 
 
 *He has been the talk of the season. Leo Rex, they call him, the king of the strongest Lions side in history. There's another name for him though, a name that I find much more worrying. * 
 
 It's 14 minutes into the fourth quarter, and counting. Second down and five. The Lions lead us by four points. We are 64 yard, 2 feet, and 9 inches from the endzone. There is less than a minute to win this game, and we are not even in the Lions half. 
 
 *He's ended the career of two other quarterbacks. The first was a sickening tackle in his rookie year, on an aging quarterback who made a bad decision to run the ball. Pop went the ACL, and just like that one more Heisman winner bites the dust. * 
 
 He nearly got through the defense around me three plays ago. My line is getting tired. I know he can sense it, and he knows I know he can. 
 
 *Earlier this year, he ripped through the defense protecting another quarterback. 250 pounds of muscle and bone, straight into the torso of James Hellart, two time Superbowl winner. Paralyzed from the waist down. They suspended him for two games, but he had n't broken any rules. * 
 
 He bumped into me after the first play, three hours ago. “ I'm gon na fuck you up, Hellart, ” he said. “ I'm gon na get the set. ” A six and a half foot, 220 pound man does n't usually think of himself as prey, but the back of my neck is prickling. 
 
 *I visited James in hospital the night after the game that broke his spine. “ Watch out for him, Tony, ” my brother said. “ He's a killer. ” * 
 
 We're running the Harlem harlot this play. We've used it twice this season. It's worked both times. But unfortunately, I am the harlot, and this field is no place for a lady of any kind. 
 
 *He sacked a quarterback in each of his first four games this season. The “ Quarterback Killer ”, the media started to call him. Then he took on my brother and they stopped. It was too close to the truth. * 
 
 Snap. 
 
 The ball pops out of the line, straight into my hands. I take two steps back. On my right, a wide receiver has made it through the defense, and is haring up the field. The other is held down. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him, fighting to get through the line holding him back. 
 
 1 second down. 
 
 I fall back a few more steps, out of the pocket and exposed. This play calls for bait. The harlot is flashing her goods. Can they resist me? 
 
 2 seconds down. 
 
 A gap opens up as a defensive linebacker and a tackle break out towards me. The wide receiver is twenty yards down the field, but he is no longer open. And then my halfback is through the gap and free and away. 
 
 3 seconds down. 
 
 My arm snaps forwards and the ball is gone. The linebacker and the tackle are still five yards away and I see the shock suddenly register in their eyes. Good, I think, they've realised their mistake. They start to change direction to miss me. 
 
 4 seco- 
 
 Something hits me on the right, straight into my hips. Unbalanced from the throw, I crumple to the ground like a rag doll whipped around in the maw of a lion. My head hits the knee of the oncoming tackle and I hear my brother's voice whispering in my ear, “ He's not out there to win, he wants to kill. ” 
 
 To be continued. 
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