A New PastChapter 13 In the Limelight
By the time the doctor cleared me to play again, I had a new gray T-shirt to wear under my jersey and pads. I took a little ribbing from my teammates until I came in with a box of handmade T-Shirts and handed them out before a game. By halftime, they were all believers in my new base layer. I steadily refused to call it Under Armor, even though that is how I found myself thinking of it. By the time homecoming rolled around, players were asking for a second shirt, some with longer sleeves to...