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Penny found she could tolerate some cinnamon sugar sprinkled on her buttered toast at breakfast time without too much stomach distress. With care, the morning sickness wasn't so unbearable. I had a bagel, yogurt and some fruit. The smell of anything fancier, like eggs and sausage that I would have preferred, would set my honey off too.

After breakfast we tried another Presbyterian Church, one of the ones over in Parker, about seven miles east of our home. It was a nice service, though more traditional than the service we went to the previous week. Given the number of Presbyterian churches within six to ten miles of our house, I suspected Penny and I would probably spend most of the summer checking all of them out.

Penny and I would have liked to have gone out for a hike but it was a chilly, dreary day. We had light rain and thunderstorms all afternoon and evening. Penny and I had to turn the heat on! The temperature was 40 degrees at mid-day! We passed that afternoon digesting the newspaper and watching some DVDs we picked up on the way home from church.

Penny drove me over to Dove Valley Monday morning for practice. My day was more drills, meetings with Coach Holt and the offensive assistants, meetings with Coach Franks and the rest of the receiving corps and running through plays without pads outside on our practice fields.

John Elway tracked me down after morning practice to let me know my contract went off to Max Solomon and my lawyers for their review. He wanted to schedule a press conference after lunch on Wednesday to announce my signing.

Russ Girard, the Denver Post's beat reporter, caught me as we finished our drills late in the afternoon. We had talked a couple times, though nothing that had led to a story yet. Brady told me Girard was a straight shooter.

"I'm running down a possible story, Kyle," Russ said when he got my attention. "I overheard that John Elway is planning a press conference with you Wednesday afternoon. Have you finalized a deal with Broncos?"

"On the record?" I asked. Russ nodded yes. "My agent has had discussions and an excellent meeting with the Broncos. Nothing is finalized today."

"How about off the record?" Russ asked.

"How about this ... I expect I can afford the house my fiancée and I are buying," I responded.

"How much is the contract worth?" Russ asked.

"I think John will want to talk about that at the press conference you think he's setting up," I answered.

"Tell me about the transition from college play to professional level," Russ asked.

"Still on background?" I asked. Russ agreed. We must have talked for fifteen minutes. I made sure I was complimentary to all my teammates and didn't bad mouth any other teams. I stuck to my themes: 'I'm just glad to be here, ' and "I just want to help out any way I can.' I praised Brady and how much I enjoyed working with him. That wasn't me being diplomatic. I truly believed I was fortunate to end up on the same team with a QB as talented as him AND that he was a good guy too.

The locker room was emptying when I got inside for my shower. Five minutes later I was heading back to my locker when I overheard a guy around the corner say, "C'mon Book. It'll be fun to punk the rook."

"Ain't want no part of that," I heard Antwaan Booker insist. "That kid's nas-TY when it comes to pay-back. I seen what he done to the guys that pranked him when he was a freshman. I ain't want no part of this!"

I stopped so I could overhear more of the plot. The guys talking with Antwaan gave up. I wasn't surprised that some of the veterans were planning a prank on me. I was the rookie with the highest visibility. I would need to be on my guard.

Antwaan gave me a smile and friendly, "Hey, kid," when I came around the corner into the locker room. I checked my things carefully as I dressed. Nothing obvious was wrong. I headed to lunch. I briefed the other rookies on the conversation I overheard. We agreed it would be safest for us to stick together.

Nothing unusual happened in the afternoon or after dinner. The other shoe didn't fall until our team finished our snacks and were ready to head home for the night. I gave Penny a call to come pick me up.

I knew something was up because the veterans didn't stampede for the parking lot to get out of Dove Valley immediately after we were dismissed. I headed out to the parking lot with the crowd. I kept my eye out but no one bothered me. The victim soon became clear.

Chris Powell walked over to his car, took a look and barked, "What the FUCK?"

"Something wrong, Chris?" Billy Wilson, the fifth year cornerback from Arizona, asked innocently.

"Peanuts!" Chris growled. "Fucking peanuts!" His wail was met with derisive laughter from most of the veterans. Guys crowded around to see his car. The perpetrators had filled the inside to the roof with packing peanuts.

"No worries about the interior in your car getting damaged," some wag teased. "You're protected completely." The crowd dispersed to head for home. Devon Ford, Zane Bell, Rashad Jones, Ryan Williamson, Marquis Lewis and I stuck around to help Chris clean up the mess they left him.

"What in the hell am I supposed to do with a car full of packing peanuts?" Chris grumbled.

"I'll go inside and get some trash bags," I offered.

"That reminds me, I have a box of them in the trunk," Chris said. He popped the trunk open to find how thorough the pranksters had been. His trunk was stuffed with packing peanuts too. I went inside and grabbed half a dozen trash bags.

I bumped into Brady inside. "Where the hell is your car, Kyle?" my friend demanded, laughing. "We had your keys and everything at lunch. No car!"

"Penny has it," I answered.

"You got lucky, buddy," Brady said. "You got very lucky."

"Any idea who did this?" I asked.

"Certainly, but I'm not going to tell you," Brady said before heading upstairs.

We helped Chris empty his car. Penny arrived in the middle of the cleanup. She helped the rest of us. We ended up with ten trash bags of packing peanuts. We dumped most of the bags in the dumpster. I told Chris to save a couple. They might come handy for pay back.

Penny showed me around the house when we got home. The dining room set had arrived and was set up. The living room and family room furniture had arrived. The two bedrooms were still empty, except for our mats and sleeping bags. Those rooms would get filled tomorrow. We also had cable TV and internet service now.

Chris Powell got some teasing Tuesday morning as we dressed for the start of the day. No one hazed anyone else during the morning. The morning meetings, workouts and drills went normally. Brendan Hayden, Zane, Bell, Devon Ford, Rashad Jones, Ryan Willliamson, Marquis Lewis and I got together over lunch to discuss payback for the veterans involved in "peanuting" Chris car. I revealed that I had been the original target of the prank and that the guilty parties had "borrowed" my keys but couldn't found my car yesterday. We agreed the first step was finding the culprits.

Brendan and I would work on Antwaan, since he knew who did it. Zane offered to help too. Antwaan had taken the young defensive end under his wing and was helping him prepare to earn a spot on the team. Chris was developing a good rapport with John Hansen, the fifth year player from Utah who started at free safety last season, who struggled at replacing the popular Brian Dawkins.

Chris was drafted with the expectation that he would eventually replace John. John, a Mormon and a true gentleman, mentored Chris anyway. Our team could use more players like John.

Keenan was friendly to me and helpful to an extent. Omar Harris, our starting split end, was surly and uncommunicative around me. It wasn't an ideal situation for me to break into the NFL but I did have Brady backing me up. I would manage.

I got e-mails before lunch from Max Solomon and from my attorneys reporting that the contract was acceptable as drafted. Max let me know he would fly into Denver tomorrow for the contract signing and the press conference the Broncos planned afterward.

Brian Xanders, our GM, called me in after lunch for a brief meeting. He received word from my attorneys that the contract was ready too. He was scheduling the signing for 1:00 pm tomorrow and the press conference for 1:30 pm. Brian asked me to keep things quiet until the press conference.

Scuttlebutt got around the team about my contract negotiations. Some guys offered congratulations. Most didn't pay much attention. Business continued as usual during the afternoon practice and meetings. Russ Girard, along with Channel 7 (ABC) and Channel 31 (Fox) reporters, caught wind of my contract. I gave all of them a polite "No comment" in response to their questions.

I found out Wednesday morning how quickly information got out. Penny and I bumped into Matt Waldron as we headed to the car for the trip over to Dove Valley. He was heading down his driveway to head to the school bus stop at the end of our street.

"Morning, Kyle ... morning, Penny," Matt said cheerily. "I saw you are signing your contract with the Broncos. $34 million ... very cool!"

"$34 million? Where did you hear that?" I gasped. "I am signing my contract today but it isn't worth nearly that much money."

"It's still millions, right?" Matt responded. I nodded yes. "The paper said you're going to be a Bronco for the next five years. That's just what our team needs."

"The contract is for four years," I said. "Don't believe everything you read in the papers. The Broncos do have an option to keep me a fifth year, if I do well."

"I'm sure you'll play great, Kyle," Matt said as he started down the street. "I'm glad you're playing for my team."

"I'm glad to be a Bronco too," I agreed as I hopped in the car. I backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. Penny and I gave Matt a wave as we passed him. I glanced over at Penny and asked, "Can you believe how far off the paper is on the value of my contract?"

"They aren't that far off, depending on how you calculate it," Penny responded. "Max said the option year could be worth as much as $12 million. If you count the workout bonuses too, the total would be around $34 million dollars."

"I doubt I'll ever see the team take that fifth year option," I observed. "If I play well, I expect the Broncos to try to lock me into a longer and more lucrative contract. I'll be let go if I don't play as well as the team expects."

Penny and I stopped off at the Valero convenience store for coffee and a newspaper before we headed up Peoria Street towards the airport. A couple customers congratulated me on my contract when I was getting my coffee. I saw why when I got to the newspaper stand. The Denver Post had a front page picture of me and a banner across the top, "Amish Lightning Signs for $34 Mil."

"Ah ... the man of the hour," the clerk said as I stepped up to pay for my coffee and paper. "Congratulations, Mr. Martin. I hope you have great success with our Broncos."

"Thank you, I will do my best," I promised. More people congratulated me or gave me a thumbs-up as Penny and I headed to our car. Denver residents sure do love their Broncos.

I got a lot of teasing, mostly good natured, from the veterans about the article in the Post. The other draftees were all happy for me. My signing meant the team could divvy up the remainder of the rookie pool among them and get them under contract too.

One team member was decidedly unhappy with my signing. I was within earshot when Omar took exception. Brady reminded Omar that the $34 million mentioned in the paper was erroneous. He assured the prickly receiver that I was getting much less. That set Omar off.

"I've got 123 receptions, 1,359 yards and 13 touchdowns in this league," Omar snapped. "That kid is making over four times as much as me this season. Where's the justice? You ought'a have to show you know what the hell you're doing before they give you the damn bank."

"You know high first round picks make out like bandits," Brady countered. "Hell, Kyle is making more than me this season too and I won the Heisman. He was only a runner-up. Kyle's getting paid for performance ... outstanding college performance. How many Maxwells did you get?" Omar was silent. "How many Biletnikoffs?"

"None," Omar admitted.

"Our paydays are coming," Brady continued. "In a year or two we will get free agent style money. Play your ass off and you hit your big payday. Don't ... well, playing football still beats real work."

"Yeah..." Omar acknowledged. "Still... $7 million a year to HIM isn't right."

"You know full well that you can't trust what the reporters write," Brady said. "Kyle can't have a five year deal worth $34 million. The CBA caps rookie deals at four years. Girard dumped in the option year at Larry Fitzgerald numbers. Kyle isn't getting anywhere near $34 million. It's probably around $20 million."

"That's $5 million a year," Omar snapped. "I get $4.7 million for all four of my years."

Brady left Omar to stew at the perceived slight to his abilities. He walked past me and saw I had overheard the conversation. He gave a rueful look and shrugged his shoulders as he went by.

I didn't feel all that sorry for Omar. He had a very high opinion of his own talents. He had a decent career at Oregon in college but not an elite one. Shawn Byrd shut Omar down in the Rose Bowl two years ago. That couldn't have helped his case when teams were drafting.

I had done much more than him in college. My draft position and pay reflected that fact. Now I needed to go out and prove I could do as well on the professional level.

Max Solomon arrived during the late morning drills. He watched me work out and then fended off reporters after practice. I was the big story that day at Dove Valley. Max assured all the reporters they would get their shot at me at the press conference in the afternoon.

Max and I had lunch together. Max asked about how Penny and I were settling in at our new house. We talked about my family and the wedding plans. I got to hear how Trevor and Marshon Wilkins were doing. Trevor was close to agreement with the Jets. Max still had some work to do for Marshon with Mike Brown and the Bengals. He also let me know I wasn't going to be the first first-rounder to sign. Todd Landry signed yesterday with the Seahawks for $24.9 million.

Rumor had it that Shawn Byrd was signing with the Eagles today too. I texted a quick "WHATS UP?" to my friend. He replied a few minutes later. "SIGN 2DAY. 9.35 MIL 3 YR GUAR." I texted him with my news and offered my congratulations for his.

My actual contract signing was anti-climactic. Pat Bowlen, Joe Ellis, John Elway, Brian Xanders and Coach Baldwin attended with Max and me. Mr. Bowlen and Mr. Ellis signed copies as the team's representatives. I signed the copies. The whole thing was done in five minutes. We talked for a few minutes until the PR people came to brief us. John, Coach Baldwin and I would be out front with the media for the press conference at 1:30.

John, Coach Baldwin and I headed over to the press room with the two PR guys. John made the initial announcement to the media about my contract. He outlined it in general terms. John put the value of my contract at $22.3 million over four years.

"It's been reported elsewhere that the contract was worth $34 million," the Fox 31 reporter asked, nodding towards Russ Girard. "What's with the discrepancy? Was that report incorrect?"

"It's all in how you count things," John reportedly smoothly. "Russ did a good job snooping and essentially was pretty close. I'm sure he counted the team's fifth year option in his total. The Broncos have a team option to keep Kyle with the team and pay him the average of the top ten highest paid receivers in the league." John chuckled. "If any of you know how much that will be four years from now ... well, I'd like to hire you to work for the team. I certainly don't know whether that would cost $10 million, $12 million or whatever."

"How is Kyle fitting into the team?" another reporter asked. "We see him break a lot of passes for big gains when we're allowed to watch the team drill. Will he be a starter soon?"

"I'll let Jeff answer that one," John said.

"Kyle is studying hard and doing a nice job learning our offense," Coach Baldwin explained. "He's learned a fair portion of our playbook and is fitting in well with Brady Rasmussen and our other starters."

"How about when he'll start?" the same reporter asked. "Where is he at on the depth chart?"

"Kyle is our #1 at slot receiver," Coach answered. "You guys know my reputation. We run 60-70% of our plays with three receivers on the field. I expect Kyle will see a lot of playing time this season, once he learns our playbook."

"Kyle, how's that coming?" Russ Girard asked. "How does the Broncos' playbook compare to what you were used to in college?"

"The Broncos playbook weighs a heck of a lot less than the college one," I teased, " ... of course it's electronic, not a massive binder." I wiped the smile off my face. "I was warned by my good friend up in Green Bay how complex a West Coast offense is. Zack Hayes didn't exaggerate. What they run here is Bob Burton's offense squared ... and Coach Burton is noted for running a complex, pro style college offense. I'm working my way through it. I expect I will be ready when the season comes."

"I'd like to add that Kyle is making excellent progress learning our offense," Coach Baldwin said.

The reporter followed up with another question. "What about the long passes in practice, Kyle? You seem to be dominating the defensive backs here as easily as you abused the ones you faced in college."

"Don't read too much into long passes on our drills," I responded. "Brady is in a red jersey so Antwaan and his line mates can't touch him. No one is in pads or allowed to hit. Eddie [Mayes, our nickel back], Terrelle [Allen, right cornerback], Billy [Wilson, left cornerback], John [Hanson, free safety] and Derrick [Talbot, strong safety] are excellent defensive backs. They are easily the best secondary I've ever worked against."

"Are you getting settled into Denver, Kyle?" the Channel 4 (CBS) reporter asked.

"My fiancée and I are," I answered. "We moved into our new house last weekend. Our furniture has been arriving for the past couple days." I gave the crowd a big smile. "It felt great to finally sleep in a real bed last night. My fiancée and I have been 'camping out' in our house since Saturday. I think Penny and I are going to enjoy living in Denver."

The reporters had a couple questions for Coach Baldwin and a question for John Elway before they got to me again. George Pannell, the reporter from KUSA, Channel 9, Denver's NBC affiliate, asked, "You've had a couple team-wide training sessions this month. Can you give us any idea what we can expect from the Broncos' offense next fall, Kyle?"

"I think we're coming together well," I offered. "Brady, the other receivers and I are getting comfortable working together. I expect we should be able to move the ball and score some this coming season."

"Any prediction about how things will turn out when you face your 'good buddy's' team to start the season next September?" George queried.

"Good buddy?" I asked. "I've been concentrating on learning our playbook as quickly as I can. I have no idea who we play first. I haven't looked at the schedule. Who do we play first?"

"You play your 'good buddy' Al Davis' Raiders to open the season," George said. "Any predictions?"

"It will be a hard played game," I offered. "The Raiders are a tough team and we will have our hands full with them."

"You publicly snubbed Al Davis and the Raiders back in February," George said. "No animosity between you and him? Why did you refuse to play for Davis?"

"I was asked a question at an interview and I answered it," I explained. "I was looking for a team that was a good fit for me. I didn't feel my skill set was a good fit for the Raiders and what I felt that team needed to be successful. Having a fast receiver doesn't do much good on a team without a good quarterback to get him the ball."

Half a dozen hands shot up as soon as the words slipped out of my mouth. I held up my hand and announced, "Don't ask that question. Elijah Carter is an excellent quarterback. He is a friend of one of my closest friends. I hear nothing but how good he is when I talk with my friend down in Gainesville. I understand Elijah has blown out both his ACL and MCL. I know how it is to recover from that kind of injury since I blew out an ACL in high school. I was on the football field seven months later but I wasn't 100% ready until ten or eleven months had passed. I will be very surprised if Elijah is ready to play when we face the Raiders in September."

"Do you think the Raiders will play well if Cochrane lines up behind center?" a reporter I didn't know asked. "You probably know him from playing against him in the Big Ten."

"I first met Pete five years ago when I was being recruited by Michigan," I explained. "Pete has as strong an arm as any quarterback I know. Pete is a fiery competitor and knows X's and O's as well as any QB I have seen." I stopped short of revealing everything. I didn't want to provide bulletin board material to the Raiders by telling them everything I knew about their probable starter next season. They would find out about his toxic personality soon enough.

Thankfully the last two questions were addressed to John. The PR staff ended the press conference before I had to dodge anymore hand grenades. I left the conference room with John and Coach Baldwin.

"That was deftly handled, Kyle," John commented when we were out of earshot of the media. "I was ready to jump in when they were pressing you on the Raiders. You handled the questions without adding extra motivation for a team that hates us to begin with."

"You left something out in your evaluation of Cochrane," Coach Baldwin commented. "I saw that slight hesitation while you were answering that question."

"I did," I agreed. "Pete Cochrane is more than a Michigan Wolverine. He's a real wolverine – all claws and teeth. He has the most obnoxious, toxic personality of any football player I have ever met. He is the major reason I didn't seriously consider playing at Michigan when I was choosing a college. Al Davis planted a time bomb on his team when he traded for Pete. The team is going to be hopelessly divided by Pete or they're going unite – in their hatred of Pete. We'll see in time which way it goes."

"I'm not surprised to hear you say that," Coach answered. "Tyler Murphy [right tackle] heard the same thing from his Michigan sources." I knew the seven year vet was a Michigan alum.

I headed back to the receivers meeting, already in progress. We spent the afternoon practice outside in a drizzle doing seven on seven drills. I felt comfortable with my knowledge of the plays. The other rookies seemed to be getting it too.

Christian Powell, Brendan Hayden, Zane Bell and I showered and changed quickly. We were looking for an opportunity to talk with Antwaan Booker privately before dinner. We got lucky. We found Antwaan heading to the cafeteria on his own. We sat down around our big friend when he took a seat at an empty table.

"What's up, guys?" Antwaan asked as we sat down with him.

"We could use your help, Boss," Brendan said. Antwaan was acknowledged by everyone as the leader of our defense.

"You know how some guys filled Chris' car with packing peanuts last night, don't you?" Zane explained.

"I saw that," Antwaan agreed. "I didn't have nothing to do with that."

"I know you didn't," I responded. "I overheard the plotters trying to recruit you to help get me. They went after Chris when they found that Penny had my car. We're trying to figure out who we owe the payback to."

"I can't tell you that," Antwaan said. "I ain't no snitch."

"No, it wouldn't be snitching," Chris said. "You're our leader, Book. A good leader looks after his charges ... us." Zane and Brendan nodded their agreement.

"We're making a list, Antwaan," I explained. "I'd hate to see you end up on this list when any involvement you had was strictly peripheral."

"I didn't..." Antwaan began. He hesitated as my words sank in. "No!" my friend insisted as his eyes grew larger. "You keep your hands off Sheree's wedding ring."

"Me?" I said innocently. "Whatever do you mean?"

"I know what you did to Hayes a few years ago," Antwaan insisted. "Sherree will have my balls if anything happens to her ring before the wedding."

"Moi? I'm hurt, Antwaan," I retorted. "I've never done anything to hurt you ... but accidents do happen. I'd hate to have you get involved in anything ... unfortunate."

"C'mon, Book," Zane begged. "All we want to know is who we need to pay back. Us defensive players should stick together. C'mon, Book. Tell us who." Antwaan pursed his lips and grimaced.

"You didn't hear this from me," Antwaan insisted. "If I were looking for payback, I would look at Montel Anderson, Cody Jones and LaVelle Barnett." Antwaan paused and stole a quick glance around the room. "You didn't hear it from me ... now get out of here before somebody sees us talking."

"You're the man, Book," Zane said. The four of us headed over to pick up our lunch. We took a different table, well away from our stoolie.

"What was all that about a wedding ring?" Zane asked. I related the story about how Zack Hayes "misplaced" his brother's wedding ring the day of the wedding three years ago. "You did that?"

"It has been alleged," I replied. "I can state as a fact that I was two hundred miles away from the wedding and never, ever touched the ring." I gave me friends a wink. "My brother did happen to be a member of Sam Hayes wedding party, but I assure you that was purely coincidental."

The guys got a good laugh at my claim of innocence. More of the rookies joined our table as we talked. All of us had some good stories from college about pranks and mild hazing we received or gave in the past four years. The group of us at the lunch table put our heads together and came up with a good plan for paying back Montel, Cody and LaVelle. The operation would commence in the morning.

Penny had great news for me when she picked me up Wednesday evening. She had gone to the medical center at the entrance to our development to meet the obstetrician who had an office there. She wanted someone in Denver that knew her and had access to her medical records in case she had any problems while she was out here. She liked Dr. Garcia and arranged for him to share records with her doctor back in Pennsylvania.

The visit proved fortuitous. She noticed another building in the back of the complex that you couldn't see from the street. It housed a veterinary clinic. Penny stopped in to check the place out. The head vet had a couple minutes to talk with my honey. He agreed to let Penny help out this summer as her schedule allowed. He was delighted to take on a budding veterinary student and he appreciated the help. He was shorthanded and could use someone who knew and loved animals to help out.

Penny took me over to Dove Valley early so I could get to the locker room ahead of most of the team. I placed one packing peanut on the stool in front of Montel Anderson's, LaVelle Barnett's and Cody Jones' lockers. One and only one. I got changed and hung out in the locker room studying my playbook.

Montel Anderson was the first culprit to show up. He barely noticed the peanut, brushing it onto the floor as he sat down. Cody Jones noticed his. He casually tossed it in a nearby waste basket before getting dressed for practice. Chris arrived before LaVelle came in that morning. LaVelle's arrival was anti-climactic. Our fullback plopped his ample butt right on the packing peanut, smashing it.

"Well, that wasn't much of a start," Chris commented.

"Patience," I counseled. "We knew that this was going to take time. They will start noticing by the mini-camp. I guarantee it."

"I guess so," Chris agreed.

The last day of the OTA went well. Brady and I threw our first string defense for a loop at the afternoon practice. We ran a couple of the third package plays during the seven on seven drills. Both would have been touchdowns if this had been a real game.

Coach Baldwin had a post dinner meeting for the whole team. He assigned study material to everyone that we had to know for next week's OTA. There was one other extremely popular item of business to be done – get paid! The NFLPA's agreement with the league called for everyone to receive $175 a day for participating in OTA's. The Broncos issued checks every two weeks. That evening was payday. I knew the rookies, especially the free agents, needed the cash.

Most everyone split as soon as Coach finished his meeting. I called Penny to let her know I was ready to go. I headed for the locker room and placed two packing peanuts on Montel's, Cody's and LaVelle's stools. They were going to get the message that we knew their identities and that pay back would come – slowly but surely.