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Where is the Train?
Where in the world is Kaius Reinhart? A better question is, why is he not in Miami with his team?
Week 3 of the 2025-2026 NFA season is officially here, and the Cyclones are hosting Thursday Night Football against their division rival, the Buffalo Blues. The Train is still on IR due to the massive concussion he suffered at the hands of Julian Tamatoa (LT - Tampa), with his absence expected to last four weeks. Problem is, everyone knows exactly what Kaius Reinhart is doing at all times, because he keeps getting photographed with Sterling Grayson. The “it couple” has been lying low in Miami, according to inside sources, but this past week has seen a flurry of activity from the pair. First, they were spotted in Philly at the Raptors game, hobnobbing with Sheldon Cabot and other Hollywood VIPs. Just yesterday, Grayson and Reinhart were seen in the Big Apple catching an intimate lunch. Grayson’s normally the more reserved one, but the Train was wearing big sunglasses indoors. We see you, Reinhart. Why aren’t you practicing? It must be sexy and thrilling being Sterling Grayson’s boy toy—even though he seems like a massive tool, to be honest… definitely didn’t endear himself to the Philly fans who decided to haze him with a little light ribbing—but Miami just signed you to a huge deal. And,if reports are to be believed, they sold GoGo Heller up the river to do it. Quit screwing around and play football, Kaius. The Cyclones are 2-0 right now, and Jimmy W balled the F out this past game. If you don’t get off your ass and stop milking a basic head injury, Miami fans might decide that they don’t want you back.
Comments (2.1k)
roguesgoarr:who’s checking for the train anyway, bro is a corny motherfucker
kimpassible:I’ve been looking at him sideways since he became Sterling Grayson’s wifey. Figured that football would take a backseat.
daynareeves:i knew a sista at bama who said the man was a beast in the sack
justagrrl:OOOH SHE LYIN. Everyone knew he liked dick at bama. Plus he’s always played in the snow. Couldn’t handle a Black sista OR brotha.
likeahurricane:The fuck you mean we don’t want him back??? We just paid big money for him. :( :( :(
cyclones481:y’all wild af. He’s been hurt for, like, three weeks. Cut him some fuckin slack.
amiziedrshy:I heard he slid into a MIA influencer’s DMs on Grindr. Maybe there’s trouble in paradise???
anthonyjohnson:The hatred in these comments because a talented man got his bag up are INSANE. Don’t matter what team he’s on or who he’s sleeping with. KR deserves good thoughts.
Mayatheplaya:ngl,I might dick down a famous singer if they’ll buy me some expensive shit
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“I think it’s time for a second opinion,” you tell Kai.
When he looks at you, his eyes are weary, despite the fact that he woke up less than an hour ago. The two of you have your phones in front of you, like you’ve been doing every morning, with the New York Times Games app open on each screen. Today’s Connections is pretty easy, in your opinion, but Kai has been goggling at it blankly for the last five minutes. He’s normally better than you at the logic-heavy challenges, the ones that involve seeing patterns. You smoke him on the Mini and Wordle, but he destroys you in Sudoku. Today, however, he’s been eyeing the four-by-four grid like the sixteen words are in a foreign language, just as if BOB-SHIRT-HIGH-PONY (words ending in “tail,” the purple answer) wasn’t staring him right in the face.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, finally breaking his concentration on the puzzle to take a long sip of his decaf coffee.
“That neurologist here in the city,” you remind him. “The famous one. I’d like to make you an appointment.”
Kai sighs. Cups his mug with both hands. “Been over this. The team’s docs are fantastic. Some of the best in Florida. There’s no reason to think that they aren’t doing everything they can. I’m starting non-contact drills this week.”
“I don’t doubt their competence,” you say carefully, knowing that you are treading on thin ice. “But the NYU neurologists are some of the best in the world. The Cyclones can’t stop you from seeking care on your own time.”
“I also just don’t see the point, babe.” He takes a meditative sip of his coffee. “I’m starting to feel better.”
Privately, you disagree with this assessment. You can’t be in his head, of course, but, to your eyes, Kai seems out-of-sorts. Draggy. Tired. This topic hasn’t gone particularly well the last few times you’ve broached it, however, so you try to pick your words with care.
“You know best, obviously,” you say. “But it seems like you are still, you know. Foggy.”
He blinks down at his phone, like he’s somehow divined that you are using it as proof against him.
“I’m worried about my job,” he says. “Got me all messed up.”
“That’s ridiculous,” you tell him. “The team can barely manage without you.”
Kai rolls his eyes. Sighs deeply, and picks up his phone to punch a few words into the search bar. An X post from someone you don’t recognize, some kind of sports analyst, stares you in the face.
@bulldawgsports:Looks like Wainwright is the real deal. 2 strip sacks against BUF? Insane. We haven’t seen raw ability like this from a defensive player since James Henry Harrison Jr. in the early 2000s. The Cyclones are starting to realize they have a generational talent on their hands. With Reinhart still injured, are we seeing the birth of greatness? #week3thoughts
“Who cares what one bullshit social media account has to say?” you reply.
