He was the Golden Stallions’ pass-snaring demon who could whiz downfield like a scared coyote and go up in the air like a crazy kangaroo for the payoff pigskin... ’til old man Dollar Sign cramped his...
Some backs are born to glory — some achieve it — but sometimes, in the heart-testing minute before the final gun, only never-quit cleats will run the man...
Riding a ton of hell-roaring iron, fighting a crazy wheel for the inches that add up to a two-mile-a-minute finish, no man can afford to remember yesterday’s terror — if he wants to see today’s checkered...