Quick story about my brother Jake: Every year, our parents would pack the four of us boys into the car and drive down to Florida for spring break. One morning during one of those vacations, I remember being shaken awake by my little brother. He wanted to go for a run on the beach. There he was, just 9 or 10 years old, asking his big brother to run sprints on the sand—during vacation. Jake is not an overnight success story. The title of “hard-working” is not a new one for him. He set a goal to play football at Northwestern University and worked relentlessly to make it happen. I am proud beyond words of my little brother. I may be biased, and I know there are stories like Jake’s across the Big Ten, but I’ve had the privilege of a front-row seat to his journey. From where I’m sitting, Jake absolutely deserves this recognition and this nomination. For Jake, it was never about the touchdowns, the tackles, or the glory. He loves the grind. He loves the game.