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in general, when people say 'good football speed' or 'plays faster than timed,' it means that they time slow, but don't play like it. chad johnson is a great example, as is jerry rice. they both timed in the sub 4.6 range (slow as hell for a WR), but both play/played in the 4.3 range |
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A lot of "lightening fast" wrs have sucked every year they were in the league, or tried to get into it. I just want football players...wrs who run good routes, and catch the damn ball. Sammy Parker was fast..... |
john capel is a hall of fame speed receiver, correct?
wait--he isn't? wasn't he an olympic sprinter? he MUST be a good WR! |
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Agreed. Speed means nothing if you cant catch the ball or get seperation. Alot of slower guys succeed because they can catch in traffic and know how to get seperation from defenders with quick cuts or beat a jam. |
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Jerry Rice wishes he could have run a 4.52 40. It's not always about stopwatch, no-pads-on speed. |
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Of course i'd like to see a 4.33 guy here that can do those things (& maybe this guy isnt so great at'em either?), but for now, a young, 4 year (proven to an extent) vet that comes in for the right $$$ is another shrewd, early move. |
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Exactly. I am beginning to wonder about all the football experts on this board. There aren't 4.3 WRs all over the NFL. You need routerunners who can shake a defender. Jerry Rice wasn't a 4.3 guy. I like this signing. He's a big kid. 6'2" or 6'3". |
Devard is an identical twin, who's brother died at Wash St. due to overexhaustion. That has to create a fire within when your IDENTICAL bro dies. I bet this turns out to be a real solid pick up. Last time we grabbed an unknown Raven, it seemed to workout.
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You did realize that Priest wasnt an unknown, he had 1000 yard rushing year for the Ravens and then got hurt and they drafted Jamal Lewis.
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Holmes was more proven than Darling. Can't argue that, but no one expected what he would later accomplish in Kansas City.
If Darling can have a quarter of that success he'll be a great acquisition. |
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at least we'll find out one thing: if Herm really has an eye for talent.... I love these kind of signings....2nd contract guys, glimpses of potential, no risk all reward...his contract is peanuts.... |
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http://asonefoundation.org/soulsurvivor.html
Sports Illustrated Article Soul Survivor - Download PDF By Gary Smith, Senior Writer, Sports Illustrated Originally featured in Sports Illustrated, December 2, 2002 The golden helmet gleamed upon the pedestal beneath the foyer light. It stopped the boy as he came through his mother's front door. It held his eyes. He'd searched everywhere else. Why not here? Devard lifted the helmet from the pedestal and peered inside. After all, if the soul resided in the mind, and the mind resided in the cranium, and the cranium resided—during his identical twin's moments of greatest hope and aliveness—inside this golden Seminoles helmet…then couldn't it be here? It might fit inside a helmet. It wasn't a complete soul, mind you. Just half of one. Devard and his twin had gone halves on everything their entire live—splendid arrangement right up to the day that Devaughn, pursuing their dream, worked himself to death. But now that Devaughn was gone… Devard pulled the helmet over his head. He walked into the living room, then the kitchen. He looked at the newspaper. Patience. It might take a while to lure the half-soul back. His mother and two sisters stole glances. It was an odd sight, a boy walking around the house in street clothes and a football helmet—heartbreaking and humorous and eerier all at once. But they were wise, and the kept silent. He returned to the foyer—and froze. There, in the flash of the mirror by the bathroom door, in the glimpse of eyes framed by the headgear, he'd almost sensed it, felt it, found it. The mirror pulled him closer…closer… He swallowed what rose in this throat as he stared at his eyes. He removed the helmet and returned it to the pedestal. No. His half-soul wasn't in the helmet. He'd have to keep searching. Science can't explain it. Now and then, once in about every 250 human conceptions, the fertilized egg splits, creating two distinct embryos containing identical genetic material. There's magic in this sudden duplication, a powder keg of psychic implications for the pair of children born. This was understood long ago and over there, where the ancestors of Devard and Devaughn Darling lived. African tribes created rituals and totems to contain this magic—some even built fences around the homes of newborn twins. Some killed one or both twins upon birth; others rejoiced and made offerings. Some tribes buried a dead twin as swiftly as possible, or not at all, leaving the body sitting on a rock and then fleeing without looking back. The Yoruba, of Nigeria , sensed that identical twins possessed just one soul between them, and they understood the spiritual emergency when a child's double died. That's why they carved a wooden figurine for the deceased twin's half-soul to reside in, an object for the survivor to wash and clothe and feed, to reach for whenever he felt half of himself missing and needed something—God, something —to hold onto. Somewhere in the clang of manacle and chains and the stench of a slave ship's lower deck, such understanding began to be lost. And so one day in the second month of 2001, as Devaughn Darling lay dying in front of his twin at the end of an off-season football conditioning workout at Florida State, Devard had to begin his search on his own, without figurines or ceremonies to see him through the trauma. On his own, amid a tribe whose principal ritual occurred in stadiums thronged with thousands of people worshiping strength and speed, youth and vitality. God only knew how he'd find his missing half-soul, how he'd keep his brother's memory alive, but it would have to be with a football. long read but good! |
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