This wasn’t about football. It was about humanity.
Trigger warning: The opening paragraph of this story recounts a story of death.
“Come. Help. It’s dad. He’s not breathing.”
The terrified, frantic tone in my mother-in-law’s voice is locked in a part of my brain. A breathless sing-song of shock and fear. I vividly recollect every second of fumbling for my phone to plead with 911 to arrive as quickly as possible. Trying to convince myself...