It was Saint Patrick's Day, and a bright green blur by the name of Devon Cajuste swooshes down the blazing turf field, remarkably gracefully for someone of his size. A silky smooth yet charged football sails out of Kevin Hogan's hand, seamlessly into Cajuste's hands. Again. And again.
Cajuste seems to be Hogan's good luck charm -- the garish green cleats and tank certainly couldn't have hurt. Playing on the practice fields at Stanford for what will likely be the last time of consequence together at Stanford's Pro Day, it seemed that Hogan and Cajuste could read each other's minds.