Cameron Cole has a plan.
After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up...
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The Colts have gone all out.
Normally, the indoor turf of the Stables is sacred football ground—reserved for early morning practices, film reviews, and the occasional near-death sprint drill. But today?
Today, it belongs to the kids.
The massive facility is alive with energy—shrieks of laughter, the sound of tiny sneakers slapping against artificial grass, and the constant hum of activity at every station.
Its domed ceiling arches high above like the roof of an arena. Rows of industrial lights hang from the beams, casting the entire space in a clean, bright glow that reflects off the white walls and the pristine green turf below.
The Colts' signature blue, white, and silver are everywhere.
Banners with the team logo—a powerful white stallion rearing up against a silver background—drape from the rafters, and smaller signs line the sidelines, proudly declaring phrases like Giving Back with the Colts and Together We Win.
A massive white inflatable stallion stands near the entrance, the team mascot brought to life in the form of a cheerful greeter for everyone who enters.
The turf itself is pristine, divided into activity zones by cones, folding tables, and portable barriers. The 50-yard line serves as the heart of the event, where the Colts' management team has set up a sleek registration table for families to check in.
Instead of blocking sleds and tackling dummies, the field is lined with booths and activity stations, each manned by Colts players, coaches, and volunteers. There's a mini scrimmage happening in one corner, with kids darting across the field in oversized jerseys, footballs wobbling through the air as quarterbacks-in-training try their best to hit their targets.
Behind it stand a few rows of bleachers where parents and spectators can sit, their conversations blending with the lively hum of the event.
The media presence is unmistakable. The university's media team hovers near the main action, cameras and microphones capturing candid moments of players interacting with kids.
Several local news outlets are there too, their professional cameras aimed at the charity event's highlights. I spot one of the reporters talking animatedly to the Colts' PR manager, her cameraman filming a group of players posing for photos with a group of kids in Colts jerseys.
The kids are the real stars, though.
They are everywhere—some in wheelchairs or with crutches, others in Colts jerseys that hang a little too big on their small frames. Their faces light up with pure joy as they toss footballs, climb inflatable slides, or line up for autographs from their favorite players.
A catching station is set up near the sideline, where I see Rome crouched down next to a little boy, teaching him how to position his hands to make the perfect catch. He tosses the football up in a soft spiral, and the kid fumbles it the first time, but Rome just grins, ruffling his hair before showing him again.
