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A close friend of mine named Jason is a damn good athlete but you would never know it by hanging out with him or even looking at him. He was my brother's best friend in college and he was on the Vanderbilt football team. He's about 6 feet tall and played at 185 lbs. Not jacked and has longish curly hair, if you were told he played sports you would maybe guess a surfer or skateboarder...
He's from a tiny town in Texas and was the star QB there and he was recruited to be a QB at Vandy and other schools. Jason enjoyed the social/party scene and fell out of favor with the coach early on. He stayed on the team all 4 years despite the coach hating him and he was a safety and played special teams.
He lived a block away from me for years and never owned a TV so his sports watching was over at my apartment, my brother's apartment, and the bars. We would always get stories out of him because to us it was so cool how good he was while really not coming across as a sports guy. He loved how much we loved sports.
That little school Jason was the quarterback at in Texas was pretty damn good. His best friend/running back died in a car crash his senior year. The kid was Eric Dickerson's nephew and my buddy said he would've for sure had an NFL career and he thinks he could've/would've been a superstar like his uncle. Jason also saw the gold trans am as a kid, Dickerson would drive around town in it.
One day we're at a Cubs game with Jason and his parents. His dad out of the blue says, "You know he was drafted to play baseball" pointing at his son. We respond with, "What???" We're sports obsessed, we hang out with our buddy practically every day for years and he never thought to even mention to us he was drafted by the St. Louis Cardinals out of high school.
I worked out a little lifting weights with Jason at our neighborhood gym (I was stronger than him and he didn't have much interest in lifting) but I never saw him in action playing sports other than tossing around a football until we were on a kickball team together. It's just messing around because it's kickball but you could immediately tell he's an athlete and different than everyone else by the way he moves. He was unbelievably fast, 4.3 speed. Another time walking to the bar I run up to an outdoor hoop in someone's driveway jump and I'm lucky if I got anywhere near halfway up the net. He runs up in jeans and boots and grabs the rim. Some people are just born different and you would never know it.
He's from a tiny town in Texas and was the star QB there and he was recruited to be a QB at Vandy and other schools. Jason enjoyed the social/party scene and fell out of favor with the coach early on. He stayed on the team all 4 years despite the coach hating him and he was a safety and played special teams.
He lived a block away from me for years and never owned a TV so his sports watching was over at my apartment, my brother's apartment, and the bars. We would always get stories out of him because to us it was so cool how good he was while really not coming across as a sports guy. He loved how much we loved sports.
That little school Jason was the quarterback at in Texas was pretty damn good. His best friend/running back died in a car crash his senior year. The kid was Eric Dickerson's nephew and my buddy said he would've for sure had an NFL career and he thinks he could've/would've been a superstar like his uncle. Jason also saw the gold trans am as a kid, Dickerson would drive around town in it.
One day we're at a Cubs game with Jason and his parents. His dad out of the blue says, "You know he was drafted to play baseball" pointing at his son. We respond with, "What???" We're sports obsessed, we hang out with our buddy practically every day for years and he never thought to even mention to us he was drafted by the St. Louis Cardinals out of high school.
I worked out a little lifting weights with Jason at our neighborhood gym (I was stronger than him and he didn't have much interest in lifting) but I never saw him in action playing sports other than tossing around a football until we were on a kickball team together. It's just messing around because it's kickball but you could immediately tell he's an athlete and different than everyone else by the way he moves. He was unbelievably fast, 4.3 speed. Another time walking to the bar I run up to an outdoor hoop in someone's driveway jump and I'm lucky if I got anywhere near halfway up the net. He runs up in jeans and boots and grabs the rim. Some people are just born different and you would never know it.
