Now, I know what you’re thinking. This was an idea of how scientific progress went boink when it invented Jim Brown, Barry Sanders, or the Purple Jesus. Nope. I am going into an entirely nerdier correlation.
I’m talking John. I’m talking about the life of a running back being cold, brutish, and short. I’m talking about the irony that modern political thought stems from the enlightenment. I am talking about the fact that there is always one Leviathan running back on the scene. But he is never there for long.
It all starts in high school. You know the cliche, right? The all-star running back hurts his knee and ends up working in a car wash for the rest of his life? That’s because you have so many people who are only celebrities for only 9 Fridays in their entire life. And even if you have God Given talent, you still may not get anywhere near where you want to go.
Injuries. The immaturites of a 17-year old. Whatever. All of the sudden you go from being a hot-shit recruit to a tragic figure.
I PORTRAY A TRAGIC FIGURE!
Then again, you may have the four games of your life leading a 5-4 team on a magical playoff run. Maybe you get offered a scholarship to that big school. And you find yourself one out of ten sexy running backs. And you may ask yourself, why do I do this? You lose the scholarship. You go home.
Or you stand. You fight. Running backs get hurt all the time. You could end up splitting carries, you could end up as the change of pace back. But the fact of the matter is, even back-ups get pro looks. You never know.
I AM A DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP COLLEGE FOOTBALL BACK-UP!
Even then, the pro career may never come. You may be highly regarded, and you may fail. You may just be a camp body. You may only last a year until the next big thing comes around. You don’t get your guaranteed monies, kid. Move along.
MOVE ALONG!
Even so. There is the special athlete. Maybe not your Barry Sanders, Jim Brown, or Walter Payton. But these athletes are coronas. They shine bright and then they burn out in rapid fashion. They have been a more regular occurence in this day and age. Gale Sayers was one of the first. Terrell Davis was the epitome of the modern corona.
But it’s a cold, brutal game. Good players die young as running backs.
AND COMEBACKS NEVER LAST AS LONG AS YOU’D HOPE!
Vaya con dios, Priest.
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