Hart Breaker

Before starting my NFL career, I flew into the city closest to the town I'd call home. I booked a room, went out to grab a bite, and ended up talking football with the locals, who had no clue who I was. Oh yeah, and I had a few too many drinks.

As the night wore on, everything became a little bit blurry. Deciding to use the men's room before grabbing a ride back to the hotel to catch some ZZZs, the door to the stall behind me swung open and a chick with an SU ball cap on, barely containing h...