Carson Beck stood in front of a group of reporters, the Georgia sun casting long shadows across the practice field. His eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the crowd before he began speaking.
“I get asked a lot why I’m still here, why I chose to keep playing with the Georgia Bulldogs,” he said, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “There are a few reasons.”
The first reason, he explained, was unfinished business. “We’ve accomplished a lot as a team, but there’s still more to be done. Championships aren’t the finish line for me—they’re just milestones.”
He paused, glancing at the Bulldog logo on his practice jersey. “Second, it’s the guys in that locker room. These aren’t just my teammates; they’re my brothers. We’ve fought together, bled together, and celebrated together. Leaving them behind didn’t feel right. Not yet.”
Carson then shifted slightly, his voice lowering. “The third reason is personal. I still have more to prove. To myself, to my coaches, and to everyone who doubted me. My journey here isn’t over. Every game, every practice, I feel myself getting better. I owe it to myself to see how far I can go.”
He finished with a grin, one that showed just how much the Bulldogs meant to him. “So yeah, I’m still playing. And as long as I’m wearing this jersey, I’m going to give it everything I’ve got.”