Buffalo, N.Y. sits 919 miles away from Memphis, Tenn., where the home of the blues and the birthplace of rock and roll music run through the streets like blood through veins. But for Bills wide receiver Kristian Wilkerson, the rhythm isn't in the strings of a guitar or the keys of a piano. It's in cleats scraping turf, pads clashing like cymbals, and the silent beat before a snap. Football is his music and in first grade, the field became his stage.

"I started football in the first grade. My best friend wanted me to play with him. I was bigger than everybody, and he was the quarterback. He told me to come protect him, so I played offensive line," Wilkerson said.

He first found his rhythm in the trenches, lining up as an O-lineman through his early years. But as he grew taller and leaned

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