He’d come back from rehab more focused, in better shape and helped lead the team to a Super Bowl win. And then his career was over.
An injury at the end of the season forced him to retire, but he wasn’t done with football. Our alma mater, Appaloosa State University, or as us Stallions call it, ASU, offered him a job as the quarterbacks coach.
He’d jumped at the chance to work with our former coach, his future father-in-law, Coach Haines, and being the crazy guy that he was, Trev bought the house next door to him.
The modern home fit him to a t. As far as I knew, it was the only house like it on the block and probably in the whole town of Appleville. You could pick any spot on any street in town, and all you’d see was red brick and huge white, marble columns.
The style wasn’t the only thing that made it stick out, though. It was literally one of the biggest houses in town and even though I’d seen it before, the ginormity of it shocked my eyeballs when I pulled up to the gate that night.
But it wasn’t just the size and the way it stuck out that made the house like him. It was everything. The slight orangish tint of the wood sections broke up the grey cement ones, giving it a warmer, softer feel.
It reminded me of his orangish red hair and how it softened his large frame and gregarious personality. The black trimmed windows gave it that extra pop, just like Trev’s clothes usually did, but in a very understated way. Even the landscaping reminded me of him; how it was perfectly manicured and wasn’t overly cluttered with bushes or flowers.
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