Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Glenn Chandler is the latest person to throw their hat into the upcoming presidential race. It’s just that the hat he threw in is covered in outrageous statements trying to get him the most coverage possible. And boy is he eating up this Quinton thing. “That Quinton is an ungrateful and entitled American, spitting in the faces of our troops?” I repeat the talking points Glenn really harped on. “I did. And people seem to be eating it up.”
Thanks to YouTube and social media, everyone has a platform. That can be wonderful. I mean, it brought us Issa Rae and who can ever be mad at that? But for every creative genius using it for good, there’s a Glenn Chandler using it to fuel their fire of anger. So when Glenn stood in front of the American flag, with a flag pin attached to his lapel, and started making accusations? It didn’t matter that he didn’t have anything to back them up with. His conviction was enough to convince his followers that Quinton had one motivation: to attack America and all it stands for.
And now I’m left scrambling to catch up. Normally I’m great at getting ahead of a situation. If Quinton had just told us about his plan, I could’ve helped. I would’ve had the press briefed, prepared, and on topic. But now we’re two steps behind in a gap that seems to be growing every second.
“Yeah, that’s what he said. But we sent your statement to ESPN and for what it’s worth, you did a great job defusing the situation for most people.” Paul rolls his chair next to mine and tosses his phone on my desk. “Just don’t look at the comment section.”
“Obviously. That’s the first rule of the Internet.” Also, I spent all last night reading the thousands of comments on the Yahoo homepage. There’s no need for me to dive back into all of that vileness at work. People are terrible.
Even though I won’t admit it out loud, I’m not sure how I feel about everything.
After his pregame routine, Quinton was on fire. And as he threw touchdown pass after touchdown pass, the fans seemed to forget about him taking a knee and covering the League’s logo. I got hopeful that maybe this would blow over and not be a big deal. It wasn’t until I tuned in to watch the postgame press conference that I learned how much work I was in for. Because even though the fans seemed to forget, the reporters did not.
The very first question had nothing to do with plays made or points scored. Nope. The only things they seemed to care about were his actions on the field. Why the tape? Why now?