The house on West Nixon Street in Cincinnati was quite nice before the football players moved in, with five bedrooms, 2½ baths and a fresh coat of paint. For a college kid, it was practically a palace. But testosterone and Natty Lights are a dangerous mix, and soon, the walls were pocked with holes, the tables were covered in takeout boxes and the air carried the funk of a locker room.
This was Travis Kelce's last hope, a crowded house and a year of penance. He had no money, no scholarship and no prospects. He'd just been kicked off the football team at the University of Cincinnati for smoking marijuana.