Since being drafted to the Kansas City Chiefs, all the media can talk about was Buck Harris this, Buck Harris that. Buck was flattered, but you know all he wants is to play ball. Partying was his pass time sure, but Football was his passion, his mistress, his love

Buck sat in the locker room, his foot patting nervously on the floor of the lockeroom as he awaited the coming game. The coach's rousing speech had rallied the team, but Buck still felt like a gold fish in the ocean. He was nervous

"What time is it? How close are we to game time?"

Buck asked as he turned to look at you, unable to hide the nervous look in his eyes