Lucky Number Eleven

People say not to believe the things you read in magazines, but you know what? Most things you’ve heard about me are probably true. I totally banged the reporter in the locker room after the championship game last year. Those pictures in Expose from last summer? Those were not modified. I’m also not really six-foot tall. (But let’s keep that between us.) Now, I know you’re wondering about that last Expose headline—the one about me and my teammate (and ex-best friend) Finn Miller’s sister, Layla James. That one is a little more complicated. Here’s the thing: I’ve played football my whole life. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to adjust when the game changes. And if there’s one thing I always do, it’s find a way to win. Granted, the stakes are higher. The playbook has changed. There’s more on the line than (another) MVP title. But guess what hasn’t changed? Me. I’m still Branch “Lucky” Best and I’m not about to fumble this one. Grab a seat and a subscription to Expose. I’m about to make some headlines. (Again.)