That’s what scares me the most, Lewis says, and keeps me on edge a little more.
In all, Lewis estimates he suffered a minimum 10 concussions and went unconscious two or threetimes. He has no clue exactly how much damage he did to his brain. So, hell yeah, he’s terrified. But that blinding glint in his eye that begged linebackers to come and get some never faded.
Because you never know, Lewis says. You never know [what] day you’re going to wake up with an issue.
He needs to be in control as long as he can.
Now, via Ignite, all high school kids will have a hub to post footage beyond the game for college scouts to see.
He can make a difference in their lives.
While downing a jerk chicken sandwich, Lewis takes another call. Jazz is glued to a video of someone else playing Fortnite—a craze Dad cannot comprehend—and it’s off to the baseball game. Cornbread warns us that a storm is coming, but Lewis keeps the top down on the Jeep anyway…and pays the price. Father and son get absolutely drenched with rain en route. Eventually, the clouds clear, the game begins, and Lewis finds his sweet spot.
He posts up as close as he can to Jazz, at a fence, near third base, in earshot.