By Nate Jackson
Nate Jackson’s Slow Getting Up is an unvarnished and uncensored memoir of daily life within the most well-liked activities league in America—and the main destructive to its players—the nationwide soccer League.
After taking part in collage ball at a tiny department III institution, Jackson, a receiver, signed as a loose agent with the San Francisco 49ers, earlier than relocating to the Denver Broncos. for 6 seasons within the NFL as a Bronco, he alternated among the perform squad and the lively roster, ultimately successful a beginning spot—a brief, tenuous profession emblematic of the common professional player.
Drawing from his personal event, Jackson tells the little recognized tale of the masses of daily, "expendable" avid gamers whose lives are a ways assorted from their star colleagues.
From scouting combines to education camps, low season events to game-day workouts, debilitating actual injuries—including degenerative mind conditions—to negative pensions and fiscal misery, he deals a humorous, and stunning examine existence within the NFL, and the younger males who danger their health and wellbeing or even their lives to play the game.
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