Chapter 123:

NOAH

I'd known Tampa's head coach for about four years now. When I'd been traded here from Houston, I'd quickly realized that Dale Briars wasn't the fatherly huggy bear that my previous team's coach had been; no, Coach Briars was all business, brisk and no nonsense. But I'd also found out that he was inherently fair-minded. He gave every player the best shot possible, and even when we screwed up, as we were all wont to do, he might have yelled his fool head off at us, but he also made sure we got the help we needed-and a second chance.

I hadn't told my team about Angela's illness for quite a while. She'd been diagnosed early in my tenure with Tampa, and since we were just finding our footing in our new home with our new team family, she didn't want me to be known as the new guy with the sick wife. No matter how much I protested, she had been adamant.

So for months, I struggled to keep a happy smile on my face. I didn't break down at practice, and I did my damnedest to leave all of