Bradley sucked in a breath, reviewing everything that the eagles GM, Maverick, had just told him. They had first pick in the draft this year, and they were choosing the highly sought-after Jacob Seresin from the Texas Longhorns. His story checked out, Bradley thought. From a small town, loads of pride for his state, a little cocky, but who wasn’t? Especially if they played ball the way that Seresin did. As QB1 and team captain, Bradley would have to encourage only sportsmanlike behavior. Philly had a bad rap already, and they didn’t need Jake making it worse.

“Wide receiver,” He murmured out loud, eyebrows squinting. Now, he’d seen Jake play, the kid was a star. But…

“Grown men are much bigger than college athletes.” Bradley looked up, eyelashes fluttering frantically. “Six foot, only one-ninety. Kids an enigma compared to some of these guys.” He tapped his foot, thinking of all the ways this draft could end horribly. He looked up when Maverick cleared his throat.

“Bradley,” he sighed softly. “You know, this is exactly how your father reacted when I told him that Philly chose you.” He snorted, shaking his head. “Was worried shitless. Thought these guys were gonna rip you to shreds.”

Bradley scoffed. “That’s different. I’m both taller and have more muscle than Seresin. Isn’t anyone worried about this?”

“It’s football.” Maverick rolled his eyes. Listen, we want you to make the call in… well, now. It’ll be mores special for PR. All you’ve gotta tell him is that the birds want him to play amazing football in an amazing city, and I’ll take over, okay?”