By DJ Moore
I had just walked out of a team meeting when a dreadful statement was given to me, “Go and get your playbook.” My stomach dropped to the floor because I knew what he was saying. I was getting my walking papers in front of the entire team in the middle of the hallway. I proceeded to my locker and grabbed my iPad and playbook. Me and the cut man, advanced to the elevators to meet with the general manager to get the official word.
I walked into the general manager’s office and he said, “DJ, we no longer need your services here.” Even though I knew it was coming, it still stung like a surprise wasp strike on a hot summer day. He wished me the best, and I left the room acting like this was a mutual break up. I called my wife to tell her what had happened, and then I called my agent. When I got to my car, I was at a loss for words with millions of emotions pulsing through me. I remember thinking — how could I not be good enough? I drove off once I had convinced myself that I would get picked up soon. Little did I know I wouldn’t play another regular-season game after I left that parking lot.
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