I’m a Justin Madubuike guy. Big Justin Madubuike guy.
My first real exposure to the Ravens’ defensive tackle came the day he was drafted when I received a text from a co-worker who used to cover him in his high school days in Texas.
“You’re going to love Justin,” he said. “When he’s right, he’s like a bowling ball. Plus, he’s a really nice kid.”
Because of that, I went into training camp that year with Madubuike at the center of my mind. And he did not disappoint.
From the first day, he was a wrecker.