I don't cry often. Hardly ever, in fact. But every time I've queued up a Marshawn Lynch highlight over the past two days, at least one tear has trickled out, and there's nothing I can, or want, to do to stop it.
I fell in love with Lynch after first seeing him while he was at Cal. The power. The elusiveness. The hilarity. It was all perfect. As a college football fan with just a secondhand connection to Washington State as my sole team rooting interest, he immediately became my favorite part of college football.