Bryant Garrity isn't irresistible. His lengthy resume of Heisman Trophy winner, number one draft pick and highest paid player isn't all that impressive. The fact his chiseled jaw and mesmerizing blue eyes have probably made him Mr. Popularity from the age of five isn't going to work on me. Not when I have goals-goals that don't include finding myself on an all pro-football heartthrobs checklist. Carly Lincoln is different. I could go on and on about her dark wavy curls, her pouty pink lips, or her whiskey-on-the-rock eyes that reveal her truest desires. The fact she's not impressed by my sports superstar aura like most women makes her worth more than a fling. But this year is my last shot at glory after crumbling to a mere mortal on the game's biggest stage. My focus needs to be on the ring, not turning Carly's no's to yes's. Carly and Bryant's paths are about to collide, and they better be prepared to fight for what matters most because life's paths aren't all sunshine and winding roads.