In mid-December 2014, a 15-year-old quarterback prospect trained under his father’s watchful eye at Ewa Beach Park in Honolulu. The Prospect threw passes, zagged around orange cones and sprinted in the best kind of winter—sunny, warm, cloudless; waves completing the ocean breeze soundtrack to his exacting football toiling.
No one seemed to notice the prospect who threw left-handed, tight spirals sailing in every direction. If anyone did notice, none of the onlookers approached. The park was nearly empty. The kid was known—but not yet in Alabama, the NFL or across the world.
