Someone tells someone else about a dude so off-the-charts athletic he’s worth making the 16-hour flight to see this random dude in a rugby training session. Then suddenly, you’re at Los Angeles International Airport, boarding pass in hand, walking down the jetway to fly over the Pacific Ocean, to fly into the future. You land in Sydney, Australia, where you have no time to get your bearings before getting to the field to see this dude you’ve only heard about.
There, you try and convince him that American football might work, that his 6-foot-5, 248-pound frame — when at peak speed running a 10.