MIAMI — A person couldn’t have looked more comfortable staring out at a sea of strangers.
Richard Sherman flipped his camera phone and took a picture at all the lenses pointed back in his face and smiled. Dressed in a white sweat suit and black Jordan sneakers, he settled in for an hour of questions shouted in his general direction on every subject under the sun including, but not limited to, Mexico, Japanese cooking, fatherhood, the size of an incision on a typical Achilles injury and the attributes of highly successful people.
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For some players, the Super Bowl’s opening night is cringeworthy; roving, sweaty herds of people—some in costume—encircling them and their teammates like bad guys in a spaghetti western (in this case, armed only with bad, repetitive questions in several different languages).