KYLE.I woke up feeling like I had lost a fight with the mattress and the mattress had called in reinforcements.Everything was sore. Not the clean burn of a hard practice, the deep, stubborn ache that lived in bruised ribs and overused muscle and a body still arguing with the week behind it. For a second I lay still and let the ceiling come into focus, cataloguing damage the way I did after a rough period. side, shoulder, the dull residual pound at the edge of a concussion that had mostly settled but had not forgotten me. Today was match day. Friendly or not, Chicago would not care about my inventory of complaints. As captain, the job was the same. Show up, set the tone, drag the room with you if you had to. Lead them to a win even when the calendar itself had been weaponized by a man with my last name.My phone was already losing its mind on the nightstand.The screen lit, darkened, lit again, a continuous stack of notifications hard enough to make the device buzz against the woo
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