My arm was just as good—if not better—than Brett Favre's.
At least that's what Jon Gruden told reporters before my career screeched to a halt. I lost five pints of blood and about 25 pounds in a procedure to remove my ruptured spleen. Doctors said I was 45 minutes to an hour away from dying.
The throws with Favre-like zip? They became wobbling ducks when I prepared to return to the league. Over that two-year span, I retaught myself the quarterback position. It was a living hell.
Le'Veon Bell must be going through something awfully similar.