“Look into the eyes of a chicken and you will see real stupidity. It is a kind of bottomless stupidity, a fiendish stupidity. They are the most horrifying, cannibalistic and nightmarish creatures in the world.”
--Werner Herzog
Marcus Lattimore is perfect. He is a high school running back whose highlight tapes pop with a stupidly obviously talent. There is no special knowledge required, no code to read. Lattimore moves with an ease no one else on the field has, a fluency through crowded spaces and bodyblocked air others stutter through clumsily. His speed is a passport to places defenders cannot get to in time, his power a license to disregard them completely if they somehow accidentally meet him there.