
PHILLY
This message is brought to you by Darius Slay: “I’d go to war with any of these guys, any day.”
A Letter to Jacksonville
Trevor Lawrence pens a letter to Jacksonville Jaguars fans: “That playoff win, that feeling, I want that forever. I promise it was just the beginning.”
A Letter to the Game
After being reinstated, Calvin Ridley shares his truth: “All I want is for people to understand that, when I made those bets, there was a hell of a lot more going on with me.”
Dear NFL GMs
Ahead of the NFL Draft, Anthony Richardson pens a letter to general managers: “This isn’t just about football. It’s life changing.”
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What Happened When I Got Pregnant
Sara Björk Gunnarsdóttir is fighting back: “This is about my rights as a worker, as a woman and as a human being.”
Working My Way to the Big Leagues
Kelsie Whitmore on playing baseball: “This has been a real journey. To get to this point. It’s not been smooth sailing, that’s for sure.”
I’m That Bitch
This is Jade Cargill in her own words.
Y’all Don’t Know a Damn Thing About JaMarcus Russell
JaMarcus Russell shares his truth: “It’s my turn to speak on it. If you wanna judge me, then judge me. But at least know where I come from first.”
I’m Still Here
John Wall shares his story: “I was this close to taking my own life. That’s a hard thing to tell the world. But if you can say one thing about me, it’s that I’ve always been real, and that’s not going to change today.”
I Want to Remember Everything
Mikaela Shiffrin on losing her dad and the real nature of grief: “Some days, it’s so hard to put one foot in front of the other. That’s grief. That’s being a human.”
Letter to My Younger Self
Brandi Chastain pens a letter to her younger self: “People will remind you to never look back — always look forward, in positivity and hopefulness.”
Letter to My Younger Self
Derek Jeter pens a letter to his younger self: “You’re going to live out your wildest dreams. You’ll be a Yankee. A champion. Even a Hall of Famer.”
Letter to My Younger Self
Tarik Cohen pens a letter to his younger self: “It’s almost like, for you, nothing can just be easy and work out and make everyone happy.”
Letter to My Younger Self
“It’s 1991, you’re 35-and-a-half years old, you have two bad knees and seven months left on your contract…you’re going to become a professional wrestler.”