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Sena’s involvement in American football, was, as you all know, a complete fluke.
From day one, it was a whirlpool of chaos and madness and a kind of pain that for some fucked up reason felt good.
And he wished he could blame his resulting sporting career on that original spark, but there is no excuse for the quiet rebellion in his mind and soul driving, driving, driving him further and further into a painful, bloody, glorious sport.
There is no excuse, no explanation for his almost-masochism in pursuing sports at all, let alone such a physical one, but for the riot growing in him.