I have spent the last seven minutes trying to entice Deshaun Watson into saying what the rest of us are thinking: that one year from now—maybe one month from now—Clemson’s blossoming quarterback will be the face of college football, reassembled knee and all.
He won't take the bait. He refuses to celebrate his record-setting, expectation-shaping high school career. He doesn’t puff about scoring four touchdowns against South Carolina on one leg as a true freshman. He doesn't predict the touchdowns still to come.
The soft-spoken sophomore walks me through his rehab and even breezes by his recently acquired passion for fashion.