When I was in middle school in a tiny Baldwin County town, murmurs of an uber-talented player from just down the highway in Foley, Alabama seeped into our hallways.
Every Friday night, he filled the stat sheets. His Lions laid waste to the region: Fairhope, Murphy, Daphne.
He was better than anyone in the county.
Scratch that.
He was better than anyone in the state, regardless of position. He was bigger, stronger and faster than anyone we had seen before at the wide receiver position. His high school accolades alone are too long to list.