There is a version of Rhett Waddle's life where none of this happens. He was the younger brother of a player nobody in this league remembers. Instead: 187 yards. Two of them found the end zone, in game 14 of his season. It counts the same as anybody else's.
The ledger, after three seasons: 7,436 yards, ninety-four scores. There was a 2,566-yard year in there. This is not it.
Sable, North Dakota is where he is from. He is twenty-four. He would rather be almost anywhere else on a Tuesday. He fixed diesel engines with his uncle, once.
Roughnecks, 13-1, and fifteen weeks gone. Cormac Ulmer is in year two of it.
Will not step on the painted logo at midfield.