#love how he just completely froze for a sec there in the 1st one

[dimpleskinard]

9-1-1 → 7x05 “You Don’t Know Me”

[killjoy-loveit]

Stitch Me Back Together- 1

A/N: This is the fourteenth spooky season story! I apologize for the delay in the continuation of the spooky season short stories, however, I believe it was imperative to take time for my mental well-being. I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. This is written in 1st POV, the character’s name is Fleur, and this will become a series. I am still working on it, the end date isn’t set as of yet, however, I will try to update it when I can. Every member of Vixx will be featured in this piece, though for this first part the only one of them in it is Ken/Jaehwan.

Excerpt: Currently I was seated in front of my tv, a hot cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of me- being completely ignored. Some reruns of an older show were playing but I couldn’t focus on the scenes of characters bickering about some insignificant problem they had. My mind was too busy running through the events of last night for the millionth time.

Word Count: 3,412

Genre: Supernatural/Fantasy/Mythical AU, Angst

Prologue | Chapter 2 | Chapter 2.5  | Chapter 3

****WARNING: Mentions of blood and death****

     “Fleur.” My sister whined into the phone.

      “What?” I dragged the word out in an identical fashion. Though it wasn't an important question, I knew what she wanted. Sometimes it's just fun to mess with her. Lucille, whom I commonly refer to as Cillie, wanted me to bring her food once I get off my 16-hour shift at the hospital- which ends at midnight. That means not a lot of places are going to be open, plus she works around thirty minutes from where I am. And my apartment is five minutes from where I work, so I'll have to drive all the way back.

     “Pretty please, Fleur? Nothing will be open when I get my break, and I forgot to bring food.”

     “Cillie,” I sighed into the phone. “Fine, I'll bring you food, but only if you promise to set a daily reminder to take food with you to work from now on. This is, what? The sixth time in the past two weeks, you can't keep doing this!”

     “I promise! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best, Fleur! I love you.” She sang into the phone at the end of her excitement.

     “Yeah, yeah, love you too. I have to get back to work now.” I murmur, a smile tugging at my lips.

     “Bye! See you after your shift!”

     I rolled my eyes as I hung up. Lucille can be such a bother, especially since we have a similar work ethic, which is basically to work our asses off. Neither of us has much free time since we spend most of our time at work, which leads to her frequent requests for food. Every time I bring her food, I end up staying while she eats, and we catch up. It's difficult for us to go more than a day without talking and even harder if we go too long without seeing each other. That's what happens when you grow up with parents who don't care about you.

     Our parents were pretty absent, and every promise they ever made fell through, the only thing they were good for was stocking the fridge and keeping a roof over our heads. The only person we had to rely on was each other, and that's how it has remained. Which is probably why it isn't shocking that we ended up in related fields. I became a doctor, just out of my residency stage, and Lucille became a coroner. Even though our jobs tend to dominate our time, I know that neither of us would change it.

     Now, I can't precisely say what Lucille thinks, but for me, this is something I know I'm good at. It's a job where I know I'm making a difference in every life that I save. And it's not necessarily that I only find validation or meaning in saving lives; instead, it's that I don't feel I'm meant to do anything else. If I were to be born again or wake up with amnesia one day, I know that I would always find my way back to this field.

     Despite my shift ending twenty minutes ago, I couldn't bring myself to move. Maybe my brain froze and wasn't capable of rationalizing what had happened. Or, the more likely reason was that I was in shock. My pale-yellow scrubs were stained a dark red from an amount of blood that no person could lose and still live. I couldn't keep him alive. Why couldn't I save him? Did I move too slow? Did I crack under pressure? Would I get fired? There was just so much blood everywhere, it covered all of the wounds to the point I couldn't find where the most blood loss was coming from. There were so many bullets. How was I supposed to staunch the bleeding from nine bullet wounds?

     A hand clapped down on my shoulder, a sore attempt at a comforting gesture. “Hey, you did the best you could. Don't hate on yourself because of this, okay?”

     I swallow roughly as I look up. “How am I not supposed to hate myself? That guy was practically a kid! He couldn't have been older than nineteen, and now he's lying dead because I couldn't do my job right and save him!”

     “Fleur,” Carson sighed, dropping into the seat next to me. “This is the first time you've had someone die on you, isn't it?”

     I nod, averting my gaze from the older doctor.

     “Well, I'm sorry to break it to you this way, but this won't be the last time someone dies on you. The only way to move past it is to know you did everything you could, and you did, Fleur. You didn't make a mistake; you did everything right. The guy came into our ER like someone used him as a practice dummy,” He said, getting to his feet. “Don't blame yourself, you weren't the one who shot him.” Carson paused at the door, turning to say one more thing. “And actually, I'm surprised he wasn't DOA.”

     Logically I knew he was right; it wasn't my fault the patient died. It's just that maybe I could have done something more. And if I had, he might not be dead right now. Which, yes, I'm aware that it's stupid since I did everything I could. If my vision was better or my hands faster, he might have survived. But all the maybe's or what if's in the world can't change the outcome. Shaking my head, I finally stand up and grab my coat. I couldn't find the energy, nor did I care enough, to change from my scrubs. Lifelessly I pulled on my coat, zipping it to hide the bloodstains.

     The drive over to the lab where Lucille worked went by in a blur after I grabbed food. I honestly couldn't remember the details of how I arrived. Maybe I should've called a taxi. Cillie's workplace was always cold. It makes sense; it is a morgue. I've never liked walking through the hallways to get to her office, the lighting is frequently dim, and it typically leaves me feeling uneasy. Like there's something off about the whole building, kind of dark and creepy. It could be from all the death this place has seen. I don't understand how she can work here without a problem; I'd probably become paranoid in a matter of days if I worked at this place.

     Whenever I come, Cillie tends to be in the main area of the building, where the dead bodies are kept. I've never gone inside that area, and this time was no exception. Knocking thrice on the door was enough to signal to her that I was waiting for her.

     And she responded with a quick shout. “Give me a sec, I'll be right out!”

     Cillie raved excitedly about the autopsy she'd performed earlier on the walk to her office. Something about malformed organs and how amazed she was that the lady had managed to live for so long. Her chattering was nonstop, even when we reached our destination, and she plopped into her chair. She only went quiet after digging into the bag of food, munching happily on the chips within.

     “That sounds exciting, Cillie,” I say quietly.

     “It was, Fleur,” She breathed out, bouncing lightly in her seat. “You should've seen it!”

     “I'm glad I didn't.”

     Lucille's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me, the chip in her hand quickly forgotten. “Why do you seem off? Did something ha—” She froze mid-question, eyes locked onto the small portion of my scrubs peeking out from my coat. “Why is there blood on your scrubs?”

     “I work at a hospital.”

     “Now is not the time to be smart with me,” She snapped. “You don't usually wear your scrubs out of the hospital on a normal day, and the one time you do, there's blood on them. Something's up, tell me what happened. Now.”

     “I lost someone.” Tears stung at my eyes as I stared at the ground. I was afraid that if I looked at her, and saw the sympathy on her face, that I would break apart. It's hard for me to stop crying once I start, so it's best not to start in the first place. I would've been fine, really, I would have. But then she hugged me, and the floodgates opened.

     Her hands smoothed down my back. “It's okay. Fleur, it's okay.”

     “I'm sorry.” I sobbed into her shoulder.

     “Don't you dare apologize! Losing a patient is hard, but I know you. And you always put a hundred and ten percent effort into everything. Do you know what that means?” I shook my head as she pulled back from the hug. “It means that I know you did everything you could to save that person.”

     My lower lip quivered. “I did.”

     “I know,” Lucille murmured. “Now, do you feel comfortable alone at home, or should I ask for the rest of the night off?”

     “No, no, you don't need to ask off the rest of the night. I… I'll be fine by myself.” My voice broke at the end, and I thought for a second that Cillie might try to ask off anyways.

     She eyed me in disbelief but nodded nonetheless after a moment's consideration. “Fine, but you call me in the morning. And I want you calling out for your next shift, you'll be of no use to anyone until you can move past this.”

     “Okay.”

     I did just as Lucille ordered when I woke up the next morning. My supervisor expressed her concern and mentioned that there was a policy in place for just this situation. That being required therapy and a week away from the hospital before being permitted back. At that moment, I felt both relieved and anxious. Time off meant having nothing to do, and that meant being left alone with my mind. How was that supposed to help? I could avoid such thoughts during the day when distractions are plentiful, but at night there's nothing to keep the darkness from creeping in. I guess that's what the therapy's for. Hopefully, it would be able to help rid me of the lingering doubt and guilt I held. I called Lucille after speaking with my supervisor, but as expected, she was asleep. A message left on her voicemail was sure to suffice, seeing as Lucille could probably sleep through the apocalypse.

     The television sat on its stand, playing old reruns and being completely ignored by me. It wasn't alone, though, as a cup of coffee sat on the table in front of me, forgotten. My mind was so far off, in a place where the incessant bickering of some sitcom characters couldn't reach. I was too busy running through the events from the night prior for what seemed to be the millionth time. Granted by this point, I had lost count; I just knew that the times I had replayed the events were numerous. Each time something was nagging at the back of my mind, something wasn't right. The guy shouldn't have still been alive when he got to the hospital. The whole situation felt off.

     Even Carson said that the patient should've been dead on arrival. And this is the statement of someone who has been a doctor much longer than I. This begs the question, why wasn't he? From the moment I set my hands on him, he maintained a steady pulse, and I thought there was a chance. It was small, but there was still a sliver of me that thought I could save him. That hope was short-lived, though, only lasting a scant minute. After that, it was just like his body short-circuited, and everything stopped. There was nothing I could do at that point. 

     The number of bullets in his body seemed too high. Either there were multiple shooters, or someone really hated that guy. Except if it was just someone who hated him, why would they use a gun? Most murders that involve an intense emotion occur with whatever weapon is closest to the attacker, which, more often than not, is a knife or an object that could be used to hit or bash. A gun would allow the attacker to become distanced from the victim, and it could potentially remove the emotional aspect entirely. That means whoever shot my patient wasn't particularly close to him, they might not have even known him at all. Unless the shooting was premeditated, which could mean that hatred had been building for a while. Or he could've just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. All of this is just pure speculation though, I'm no cop after all.

     A loud rapping on my door had me springing up from my couch. It couldn't be Lucille. Who is at my door at, what is it, ten a.m.? I made my way over to the door quickly, hoping to prevent the person from knocking again. As I opened the door, I noticed the person's hand was raised to knock once more before it dropped hastily.

     “Is there something I can help you with?” I questioned softly.

     The man standing in front of me appeared very well put together. Dressed in a light gray button-up with a navy tie, black dress pants, and matching shoes. His was dark hair swept to the side, and he had eyes that simmered with a hidden secret. To top it all off, his coat resembled a trench coat, albeit slightly more modern and fashionable.

     “Fleur Boudreaux?”

     I hesitated, slightly confused as to how he knew my name. “Yes?”

     “I'm Detective Lee, and I have a few questions about the death of a Remi Juarez. The patient you had in the ER last night.” He stated, producing a badge from one of his pockets.

     “Oh, um, of course, detective.” I stepped aside to let him into my apartment.

     Two steaming cups of coffee sat on my kitchen table, one untouched and the other half empty. Of course, it was the cup sitting in front of me that was still full; exactly how am I supposed to calmly drink coffee while being questioned about a patient's death? The air felt thick, quite suffocating as the silence stretched on. Had he asked a question? I couldn't recall him asking anything yet. All I remember is that I asked if he wanted a cup of coffee, and he nodded, thus the coffee. Is he waiting for me to say something?

     “Did you ask something?” I murmur, looking up from the dark liquid swirling in the cup in front of me.

     He nodded, a smile playing at his lips. “Yes, I asked if you were okay. You seem a bit, well, a bit unsettled.”

     “Sorry, sorry. Actually, I'm not okay, but that's none of your concern. You had questions about the guy I treated in the ER?”

     “That's correct. Did you notice anything odd about him?”

     My eyebrows scrunched together. “What do you mean, odd?”

     The detective shrugged. “Just anything out of the ordinary.”

     “No. No, I didn't. What I noticed,” I continued, my voice beginning to rise. “Was that he was shot nine times and that he was bleeding out under my care because I couldn't get the bullets out and stop his bleeding quickly enough.”

     “Did you manage to recover any of the bullets?” Detective Lee asked, tilting his head, fingers tapping an odd rhythm on the table.

     “No,” I muttered, crossing my arms and looking away from him. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

     The questions continued until he'd gotten every ounce of information I knew about the patient, who I'd learned was named Remi Juarez. Though I didn't know much to begin with, what information I had was given to him. It was difficult to tell what he was expecting from me, but it seemed like he was relieved that I didn't know much. But I wasn't sure why he'd be relieved about that unless there's something fishy going on. Briefly, the urge to ask why I was being questioned instead of the detective using the coroner's report for information flashed through my mind. Thankfully, I managed to keep that question to myself.

     The detective stood up, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a card. “Well, if you think of anything that seemed out of the ordinary, please call.”

     “I will, sir,” I replied softly.

     When I stood, I went to take the card from him, and as I did, our fingers brushed for a fraction of a second. And it was in that seemingly insignificant contact that shifted something inside me. The anguish I'd been feeling about losing my patient disappeared, replaced by a feeling of complete serenity. My chest felt lighter, almost more comfortable to breathe. I couldn't remember ever feeling such peace in my life. Wide-eyed, I looked from the card to him. It was the glimmer in his eyes and the tilt of his smile that hinted he was hiding something. Surely… Surely, he couldn't have anything to do with the sudden peace I was feeling. Could he? No, that's impossible. How could someone change another person's emotions with a single touch?

     With the rate at which my thoughts were spinning, I barely remembered that he was on his way out until I saw him walk towards the entrance of my apartment. “Let me get the door for you.”

     Before I could reach the door, it swung open, revealing Lucille balancing a tray of coffee while simultaneously unlocking my door and clutching a bag in her hand. As she stepped fully inside the apartment with a satisfied smile after yanking her keys free, she looked up and froze, eyes widening considerably. “I didn't know you had company, Fleur.”

     “Lucille,” I shot her a look, indicating she shouldn't overreact. “This is Detective Lee, he had questions about the patient that died last night.”

     At the mention of him questioning me, a fiery blaze grew in her eyes. Lucille hastily placed the coffee tray on the table, which was quickly joined by the bag of food. Then she spun to face the detective, hands placed heavily on her hips the way she does right before she goes to reprimand someone. Which is precisely what she proceeded to do before I could stop her.

     “You listen here, I understand that you have a case to solve and all that crap, but you should have some sensitivity! Or at the very least some human decency.” She took a step closer to him, finger poking harshly into his chest. “I don't know if you consider questioning a doctor who is an emotional wreck an okay thing to do, but in my book, it isn't! Maybe you should've thought harder about whether or not you should question her once you saw she wasn't in the best state of mind. Did you even think of that? No, I bet you didn't. Solving the case comes first, not someone else's mental well-being!” Lucille ranted.

     “I—” He started only to get cut off, his mouth opening and closing in a similar manner of that of a fish.

     “Nope, I don't care to hear ‘how important this case is.’ What I want,” Lucille snarked, shepherding him to the door. “Is for you to leave, so that I can make sure my sister is okay. Oh, and for you to learn some human decency, okay?” She quickly shooed him out, opening the door and all but pushed him out. Then for good measure, she slammed it shut in his face and locked it.

     Lucille turned to me, moving swiftly to embrace me. “Are you okay? I can't believe he questioned you right now, he should have at least waited a day.”

     “I'm fine, actually.” My words got muffled by her shoulder, which I tapped lightly to get her to release me. To an outsider, Lucille might appear like the older sister, but it's just in her nature to mother everyone. I still have the upper hand in age, though, a whopping two years I have on her.

     She pulled away, stepping back only to give me a skeptical look. “Uh-huh. Well, I brought coffee and food, and I took the day off to be here with you. We can binge whatever movies or shows you want, and I will supply you with all the food you crave today.”

     “Alright.”

[auburnfamilynews]

https://twitter.com/height_romello/status/1207368332279713796

Hype train engaged

Auburn signed the 7th ranked class in the 2020 recruiting cycle. That means the recruiting services thought very highly of Auburn’s signees overall. While the Tigers did not have a single 247 Composite five-star, their class did include 16 four star prospects. That’s pretty durn good.

At a macro level, these sites do a great job of identifying what programs are doing the best job at bringing in the most top-level talent. But on an individual basis there are always misses. A guy like Byron Cowart struggles to see snaps and transfers out while a late addition like Daniel Thomas emerges as a top SEC safety and ends up a 5th round NFL Draft pick.

When I look at Auburn’s 2020 signing class and their individual rankings, one player stands out as being undervalued. That player? Surprise Early Signing Day flip Romello Height.

Height finished ranked #392 by 247 Composite barely missing blue chip status with a 0.8884 rating. Both 247 and ESPN graded Height as four star calibre player but just barely while Rivals was the lowest ranking Height as the 34th best OLB prospect in the 2020 class.

I think they are all wrong.

Romello Height committed to Miami in July. He then spent most of the next four to five months, being an incredibly vocal supporter of the Canes and denying any interest in other programs. On his highlight tape, you can even see him sometimes throw up the U after a sack. But while publicly Height seemed locked in as a Cane (including that 1,000% committed tweet) behind the scenes things were not as they seemed.

As that fall went on there was buzz that Auburn had made the Dublin High School stand out their top priority at the Buck. Possibly even liking him more for that position than top 100 player 4* LB Phillip Webb. That buzz got even louder when Webb and Auburn mutually parted ways cancelling his official visit. On early signing day, Height announced he was in fact switching his pledge to the Tigers while Webb eventually signed with LSU.

Ready for a hot take? I think Auburn got the better player. I don’t mean that as a put down on Webb. The kid is elite. I just think Romello Height has 1st round NFL Draft type of upside as a pass rusher. Let’s see why

247 is doing a really cool series where they breakdown what lessons they have learned from recent NFL Drafts when it comes to evaluating prospects. Last week, 247’s posted an article on edge prospects and what they look for when evaluating a prospect. Here’s an excerpt:

The group averaged 6-foot-3.9 and 220.5 pounds as high school prospects. Just five of the 32 were under 6-foot-3 at the NFL Combine (which often tends to be shorter than high school listings) with one under 6-foot-2 – Michigan’s Josh Uche who was athletic as a high school prospect running a verified 4.59 second 40-yard dash. On the flip-side, none were 6-foot-6 or taller. Six of the 32 weighed over 240 pounds as high school prospects with just one over 260 (Rashan Gary).

If you’re assuming the group is full of long, big-framed athletes given the average height and weight, you’d be correct. Many of these edges have the length and frames to pack on weight once in a college strength program. The group averaged a 33.7 inch arm, 9.8 inch hand and 80.5 inch (6-foot-8.5) wingspan. For those not well-versed in dimensions, those are all on the high end. Just one had an arm length shorter than 32.5 inches. There was one hand under 9 inches and 1 wingspan under 6-foot-5.5. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that over half of the group played basketball in high school, many at a high level.

So what do they look like as high school prospects? I mentioned earlier most showed pass rush ability in high school. We have stats on 25 of the 32. The group as a whole was quite productive on the field, averaging 74 tackles, 24 tackles for loss and 13.2 sacks as seniors in high school. Over two-thirds of those with stats had double-digit sacks.

So how does Height stack up to these comparisons? Well first off, there’s his frame. Auburn’s official site lists him at 6’4” 217 lbs. That’s almost a perfect match to the average size 247 lists as ideal for edge prospects coming out of high school.

As for production? Height was incredibly productive as a senior at Dublin High School putting up 27 tackles for loss and 16 sacks as a senior. That’s better production than the average 247sports.com found when looking at 25 of the 32 most recently drafted edge players during their senior seasons in high school.

But numbers and frame are just a piece of a puzzle. Some players are just more athletic than their opponents and thrive by simply bulldozing would be blockers or running around them. That happens some in Height’s tape, just like every top prospect, but I was consistently impressed by HOW Height generate pressure. He wasn’t totally reliant on his freak athleticism. Here’s a great example.

Working on an article next week explaining why I think Romello Height is Auburn's most underrated 2020 signee Here's a taste pic.twitter.com/vhxbvRz6DG

— AUNerd (@AUSportsNerd) May 24, 2020

So what makes this play so great? Well first, I love that he’s rushing from a 4i technique (meaning he’s lined up on the tackle’s inside shoulder) out of a Tite front (two 4is and a nose tackle) which has become ubiquitous in college football and a favorite of Kevin Steele’s. I doubt Height will do this much for Auburn as in these types of looks the Buck is used as an outside rusher from an OLB spot but it shows some great versatility.

His rush starts with him going outside and he does a great job winning the initial hand fight. He gets his inside arm lock on the tackle’s chest and attempts to combine that leverage with his speed to get the corner. But what I love about this play is he doesn’t just continue to blindly rush up field. His eyes are still on the QB and when he sees the quarterback step up in the pocket and look to escape to his right, Height slams on the brakes while using that leverage he’s created from his hand placement to spin back and make the sack. That’s a kid deploying his elite tools in a way that can translate to the next level.

Time and time again, I saw Height not rely just on speed or power. Even on this play, where he doesn’t end up with the sack, you can see his skills.

This tackle is well aware of Height’s ability to get the corner so the tackle attempts to get great depth to cut off the edge. Height sees the tackle is over playing him, gets his inside hand into the chest of the tackle and then deploys a devastating spin move that still leaves him in a great position to make the play. He doesn’t finish but again this rep shows a prospect that is already deploying counter moves with his rush.

But speed is absolutely apart of his game and it’s something Auburn has missed since Jeff Holland’s departure in 2017.

One of the buzz words people like to use when discussing pass rushers is “bend”. What scouts/analysts/pretend experts on the internet mean when they say “this player has great bend” is that the pass rusher is able to get low at the top of the rush, drop his hips, turn his body and take a flat path to the quarterback for a sack. In this clip you get to see Height’s great bend. Notice how when he gets past the offensive tackle, he doesn’t have to take any recovery steps to get to the quarterback but is able to instead make a straight line and get the sack. That’s great bend.

But playing the Buck spot doesn’t mean just blowing by tackles to get sacks. If you are going to play for Rodney Garner you better be able to set the edge. Unsurprisingly, Height didn’t get very many opportunities as a run stopper as teams tended to either run away from him or take him out by reading him. There were some reps though that show the potential to handle that responsibility at the next level.

No player is perfect, especially a former high schooler entering his first season as an SEC football player, so I think it’s important to also highlight some areas of improvement. For me, there are three specific aspects of Height’s game I would like to see improve:

Lower Body Strength

First Step

Motor

That first note shouldn’t come as a surprise. Pretty much every freshman needs to get stronger in order for them to play at the next level. Height is far from weak and looks well-built on tape but in order for some of these pass rush moves to translate against SEC offensive tackles, he will have to improve his lower body strength. Something I expect to happen quickly given Height’s frame.

The second note is an interesting one. What I mean by “first step” is the ability to get out of his stance on the snap of the ball and into the play. Often when watching Height’s tape, he was the last player out of his stance.

It’s hard to completely see full speed in this gif but I actually froze a number of his plays right after the snap and found him more times than I would like to see still in his stance when everyone else was in motion. It was honestly bizarre because there are instances where you see him just blow by a blocker but it didn’t happen regularly enough for a kid with his talent. I think though it’s tied in some part to note #3.

Probably the biggest area of improvement for Height will be learning to play through the whistle every snap. First, let me be fair to the kid. He played almost every single snap for his high school team. Dublin used him as a run blocking tight end in their Single Wing offense and he was also asked to cover kicks. Add all that to also playing in the trenches every snap as an end and I suspect this is more due to Height trying to conserve energy than necessarily a problem with effort.

Still though there were times where I feel if he had kept playing, he could have made an impact on the play.

This is a far cry from Marlon Davidson obliterating Garrett Shrader 13+ yards down field after initially running by him in the backfield. Here the offense runs a nice little quick concept to hit the WR on the drag route. Height (#3) rushes up field, sees the ball is thrown behind him and then just casually walks down the field as the wide out picks up a huge gain. I have a hard time believing given Height’s quickness, he wouldn’t have at least stopped this play from being a 20+ yard gain if he had played through the whistle. Maybe he would not have an impact on the play but you would like to see him at least try.

That’s something though that will get corrected REALLY quick under Rodney Garner. If you wanna play for Coach G, you better bring it every single snap or you won’t see the field. I fully expect to see better from Height moving forward.

When you add up Height’s frame, athletic gifts, production and tape, I don’t see a high 3*/borderline 4* player. I see a top 100 prospect with first round potential. To me, he’s the exact type of weapon this Auburn defense has been without the past two seasons. I’m doubtful he makes a major impact as a true freshman due to the unusual offseason and Auburn’s returning depth on the edge but I firmly believe that before Height’s career is through on the Plains he will be one of the more feared pass rushers in the SEC.

War Eagle!

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