In football, as in life, the most devastating fractures often begin with the smallest cracks. Think of Peyton Manning ’s neck, Andrew Luck ’s calf, or the way a single finger bending sideways can unravel months of meticulous planning. For Anthony Richardson , the Colts ‘ electrifying but brittle signal-caller, that moment arrived under the Baltimore lights—a preseason snap that whispered a hauntingly familiar tune.

“He hit me,” Richardson recounted postgame, his voice slicing through the August humidity. “I was trying to make sure I had the ball, and I looked down and saw my finger pointing a different direction. I thought I was tripping.” He paused, the absurdity hanging like a cartoon anvil. “Looked again and it was.”

The diagnosis? A dislocated pinky on his throwing hand

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