What happened to me? He thought he remembered tackling someone, but was that yesterday, or years ago? He hadn’t played football in decades, but the memory seemed surprisingly vivid. Did I get drunk and black out? Was I in a car crash? Am I dying? He pulled the covers off his body, preparing himself for the worst. Instead, he discovered he was clad in a grossly-undersized pale green shirt, which—even if it had been able to close over his chest—was still too short.