For the G

I wouldn’t be a Packer today if it wasn’t for Aaron Rodgers and Jimmy Graham.

Them and my mom.

When the Jaguars released me in 2018, I was blindsided. I saw it on the ESPN ticker before the team or my agent could even get ahold of me. I just remember being in shock, not knowing what to feel. I sank into my couch and sat there for like three hours reflecting on everything I had given to the game. My phone was blowing up, but I ignored it. I was too busy thinking about how 12 years in this league is a pretty big accomplishment. That’s a nice, long run. My family was set financially. I was proud of the career I’d had. And honestly … I thought that maybe, at age 33, it was the right time to retire.