Chương 84: 083 Hit someone in the face

He rattled off a barrage of bombshells, but Jackson still controlled his urge to curse and didn't fall into the reporter's trap by engaging directly—

Running back?

Honestly, he didn't want to bother, didn't want to have anything to do with that running back, and he even refused to comment on that name coming from his own mouth.

It was an outright insult.

Everybody knew there was a wall between quarterbacks and running backs, and it was a wall visible to the naked eye, as solid as the East African Rift Valley.

Unless you were blind, how could you not see it?

Even though the swear words were on the tip of his tongue, Jackson still shut his mouth; he truly didn't want to ruin his public image over a running back and affect his draft prospects.

Jackson knew the NFL didn't like loudmouthed quarterbacks.

So, Jackson restrained himself, treated that running back like filth, invisible and unheard, refusing to comment and completely ignoring him.