It was one of those sweltering practices of August, the sweat stinging and jersey sticking as Jack Gangwish came off the field to catch a breath and a swig of water. He had just worked a series with the second-team defense and was revved up. That, you must know off the bat, is pretty much his general state of being.
Gangwish noticed that one of his fellow defensive ends, waiting his turn for reps, had his head down. He thumped his line mate on the pads. A quick inspirational sermon flowed out of the walk-on from Wood River. “Hey, man, ask yourself:
