‘"If it weren’t for football," he says solemnly, humbly, "I’d be one of three places. I’d be dead, I’d be in jail, or, what’s the third thing? — selling drugs. I guarantee you I could give you 30 names right now of people I grew up with who are dead. We got ’em dead, we got ’em in jail, we got ’em on the street hustling."’