You trudge off a waterlogged pitch on a freezing Tuesday, then punch the clock...

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You trudge off a waterlogged pitch on a freezing Tuesday, then punch the clock at the warehouse by 6 AM. The game’s toll doesn’t stop at the final whistle; it lingers in the stiff joints and nagging aches that define our "day job" years