The rookie cannot stop to talk on the practice field. Too loud.
“Lamar! Lamar! Sign this, Lamar! Please!”
This is the soundtrack of his nascent NFL existence, sung by a chorus of children who see in him their own wildest fantasies of athletic improvisation.
And Lamar Jackson loves it. Seems that if he had the time, he’d stand out here all day in the August heat, signing autographs for the young Ravens fans who just watched him grind through a two-hour practice. To them, it doesn’t matter that his passes sometimes flutter or that skeptics wonder whether he’ll ever refine himself into a worthy NFL starter.
He remembers feeling the same way when he watched Reggie Bush...