The spotlight Corey Clement has longed for is directly in front of him—three feet away, to be exact. Cameras and tape recorders hum in unison. A crowd gathers, anxiously waiting to hear what Melvin Gordon’s replacement has to say.
In present time, this is what he’s known as: the guy replacing the superhuman who casually destroyed box scores with unspeakable grace.
After patiently waiting his turn, it has arrived for Clement. The depth chart has been conquered. Finally.
And yet, the group huddled around him in the McCormick Ballroom in Chicago can’t avoid saying Gordon’s name.