Mateo Winterbottom will miss the rest of the season with a knee. He reads Fragile on the card, which is exactly the bet everyone made.
The ledger, after twelve seasons: 10,012 yards, fifty-five scores. His best was 1,553. This is not that, yet. Two of those shirts belong to somebody else now.
Thirty-three, and Auckland, New Zealand before that. Around the building he talks constantly and means about half of it. Nobody planned any of it. He was a basketball player until he was twenty, and it still shows. He was three credits short of a nursing degree, once.
The club is 2-0. Bryce Beale is in year eleven of it. There is one year left on the deal.
Winterbottom has never once been photographed smiling on a sideline.