Driver to the Super Bowl

When Anita and I flew to Green Bay this past fall, we were seated on the plane near a group of lovely ladies all wearing pink #80 jerseys. That reminded me of an old Rick Reilly column about #80 that I read years ago and still remember vividly.



Donald was very good at stealing cars. You can tell that from his hands scarred from breaking out windows. As a 7th grader, he and his brother lived in the back of a U-Haul truck with their mother and four siblings for a month. Stealing cars made them some money. And it also made Donald very fast, elusive, and tough.



Until the day, the police chased young Donald as he drove a stolen car. He erratically T-boned an elderly woman's car as she was trying to back out of her driveway. Donald jumped out and started sprinting, was beating the cops by a block, when something made him circle back and check on the woman. She was fine and told him, "Go sit on my porch." For some reason,   >>>>>   Read Entire Post