This past weekend in Nashville I had a really young kid as my runner. I mean he was a fresh faced, skinny little dude who weighs as much as the crap he had to schlep for me during the game. I think the NFL has some “ball hair” rule on the books for sideline access but this kid got in anyway.

Turns out, he was one of the best runners I have had in ages! Seriously. He picked up on what we were doing, did everything I told him to do, didn’t bug me at all, and was polite as all get out. I felt compelled to tip the kid since he did such a good job. And just as I was beginning to lose hope.

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