Every NFL player has a first phone call. He’s on the team bus, the game is over, his body’s a wreck and he needs to tell someone about it. Some call their wives or their girlfriends or their buddy or the pizza man. Jason Taylor always calls his agent. After the New York Jets upset the New England Patriots, Taylor—a Jets —called him again. Taylor was on the team bus, wrung out. On one hand, he was now one game from the Super Bowl, a dream come true. On the other hand, his agent, Gary Wichard, hadn’t been sounding well or looking good. He dialed his agent’s number. It played a song by Journey, “Don’t Stop Believin’,” then went to voice mail. Something had to be wrong.