There is a version of Ferris Inchcape's life where none of this happens. He was drafted on a medical gamble that three clubs would not take. Instead: 163 yards. He has a rule about not reading anything written about him, which he breaks, which his teammates have stopped remarking on. It is a long way from Osaka, Japan, and he did not come the easy way.
4,952 yards over six seasons. Seventy touchdowns. Fifty-eight games. He has never had a year like it.
Twenty-eight years old. Around the building he talks constantly and means about half of it.
The Porterhouse are 6-4 through eleven weeks. Cormac Bombardo is in year twenty-seven of it.