Jameson waves me off. “Why wouldn’t she be okay?”
“You come in here like your ass is on fire and it freaked me out!” My voice is louder than necessary, but he deserves it for jacking up my heart rate when it didn’t need to be.
“Well, I have information on your new man. You cannot date him.”
“What information?”
Jameson holds up a finger before pulling out his phone and tapping away. I try not to let my impatience get to me, but it’s hard not to.
“Would you hurry up? I have to get home to Lydia.”
He peeks one brown eye up at me before going back to his phone. Jameson thrusts it at me. With an angry huff, I grab it. When he’s in his balloon animal scrubs, it’s hard to take him seriously.
Instead, I shift my attention back to an article that is pulled up on his phone.
“What is this?”
“Read it,” Jameson instructs me.
An ugly altercation between Hollins and Young: What really happened?
By Chase Hall
Everyone at the game on Sunday saw what happened. Vegas has always been a dirty team, but today, they took it to the next level. DenverMountain Lions quarterback, Alex Young, known for his calm, cool demeanor on the field, got into a fight with the Vegas safety.
So what exactly caused the two of them to finally come to blows?
Derek Hollins has always been a dirty player. Cheap shots. Ugly words.
A hit he leveled against Mountain Lions wide receiver Colin James took him out of the game with a concussion for six weeks last season.
With Alex Young not being punished for his role in the fight, you have to wonder, what exactly happened for Derek Hollins to be suspended?
This reporter has a firsthand account from those on the sidelines that recalled what happened.
“He used the f-word,” one fan told me.
“Why are you showing me this?”I shove his phone back at him, trying to ignore what I just read.
“Because he’s not a good person, Sutton.”
“You don’t know him.”
“And you do?” Jameson spits out. “Because that f-word he used? It describes me.”
I wince, turning my back to him. There’s no way the man I met could be capable of using that word. He couldn’t.
Except…like I told Jameson at lunch, I’ve only hung out with him twice. But this is the man who played with both our kids. Who cuddled his son when he was scared in the hospital. Who brought me a picture Troy drew for me when he didn’t have to.
“Jameson…that’s not him. It can’t be.”
“Do you really know him, Sutton?”
“Do you?” I fire back, turning back to face him. “Because you’re judging him based on an article that is what…when was that written?”
An annoyed look washes over his face as he pulls the article back up. “Five years ago.”
“And you’re telling me you’re the same person you were five years ago?”
