Memphislaw
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My lone Seahawk friend and I made the trek down to Olive Branch, Mississippi from Memphis, TN. It is a desolate drive down infamous Lamar Avenue that juts through South Memphis. Think strip malls with strip clubs. 30 minutes later we were at First Baptist Church where KJ Wright would be honored with his own day.
The speeches told of a young man who was humble and hard working. His high school football coach--with his schmaltzy but endearing Coach Tayloresque jokes--told of a player who was headed in the wRight direction. More notable was the High School Principal who recounted in great x's and o's detail of a play where KJ dropped into the flat and made an incredible leaping interception. That is when the principal felt like KJ could play in the league.
Of course I wanted to meet KJ, and I did; he autographed my mini Seahawks helmet. Up close, the gladiator was friendly but appeared tired. I looked him in the eye and quietly thanked him.
The speeches told of a young man who was humble and hard working. His high school football coach--with his schmaltzy but endearing Coach Tayloresque jokes--told of a player who was headed in the wRight direction. More notable was the High School Principal who recounted in great x's and o's detail of a play where KJ dropped into the flat and made an incredible leaping interception. That is when the principal felt like KJ could play in the league.
Of course I wanted to meet KJ, and I did; he autographed my mini Seahawks helmet. Up close, the gladiator was friendly but appeared tired. I looked him in the eye and quietly thanked him.