THE TALK AROUND Rock Hill, South Carolina, was that when Jadeveon Clowney started Pee Wee football, he looked like a man among boys. The locals would cast sidelong glances his mother's way, and when Josenna would insist he wasn't full-grown, that he was just the right age for Pee Wee and she had the birth certificate to prove it, they'd concede, but not without indignation. "Fine," they'd say. "But don't let him hit my kid."
And there he was, some 15 years later in the summer of 2014, once again making everyone else look out of their league.