#One of the greatest memories I have of Frank was [in the Divisional playoff game] against Tampa Bay. The stakes were high, the

One of the greatest memories I have of Frank was [in the Divisional playoff game] against Tampa Bay. The stakes were high, the pressure was immense, and every play mattered—but Frank never wavered. Late in the fourth quarter, when we needed a spark, he broke through the line with a burst of power and determination that lifted the entire team. It wasn’t just the yards he gained or the touchdown he scored; it was the way he did it—refusing to go down, dragging defenders with him, refusing to let us lose. That was the type of player he was. So he’ll be missed, not just for the stats or the highlight reels, but for the heart he brought to every down.

Frank led by example. He didn’t need to give fiery speeches—though when he did speak, we all listened. He had a quiet intensity, a belief that hard work and consistency would always shine through. In practice, in the locker room, and especially on game day, you always knew Frank would give everything he had. That kind of dependability is rare.

But beyond the field, Frank was just as unforgettable. He was the first to check in on a teammate after a tough game, the first to crack a joke when tensions were high, and the one who always stayed behind to help the rookies. He made you feel like you belonged.

Losing Frank is more than losing a teammate—it’s losing a brother, a leader, a friend. His legacy won’t just be in the record books, but in the lives he touched and the example he set. We’ll carry that with us, every time we take the field.

Rest easy, 22. You’ll never be forgotten.