On the tired, lonesome nights in which Anthony Neyer couldn’t find an empty couch to sleep on, he’d climb into his brand-new Nissan Altima, crawl into the backseat and curl up for a bit, all before dawn jostled him awake and began his routine anew.
This was the reality of chasing dreams for Neyer, at the time a quarterback hoping for bigger things at Pierce, a community college in suburban Los Angeles. Once a preferred walk-on buried on the depth chart at Southern California, Neyer left to pursue an opportunity elsewhere, not knowing that elsewhere would be a jaunt that measured 26.