It begins, as do almost all insurrections, with a whisper. Maybe a curse muttered under one's breath. Or a semi-audible epithet directed at the floor instead of a mini-cam.
The spores of unrest, after all, are typically nurtured in dark and dank places.
Like the corner of a locker room, where the starting tailback ponders why he has forfeited some carries to his caddy, or where a wide receiver grouses about how the quarterback is overlooking him as he proceeds through his progressive ...
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