It is too early to function. The sun isn’t even up, not even close. Garrett Celek, the 49ers’ veteran tight end, barely wills his aching body into his car, his eyes bleary, head foggy. Santa Clara lies completely still on this mid-November morning as Celek’s white Lexus SUV begins to roll forward.
But then up ahead … movement. Tons of movement.
The SUV’s headlights reveal a large man flailing next to the apartment complex’s exit gate. His hips rock back and forth in an apparent attempt at rhythm. His arms swing wildly from side to side. All the while, his gaze remains fixed on Celek’s face.