Another game, another box score with little trace of USC running back Aca’Cedric Ware. Ware usually left the Coliseum hungry. Three years, and he still couldn’t seem to escape the shadow of Ronald Jones II, always scraping for leftover touches.
“I’ve always been hard on myself,” Ware said, “‘cause I’ve always felt like I was the best.”
Ware has never been satisfied being behind someone, and he was not even close to catching Jones. So once the games ended, Ware would get in his Dodge Charger and drive to a hotel in downtown Los Angeles, away from football’s frustrations and toward the one thing he could count on — his family.