As if run through a kid’s game of telephone, an illustrative story about a budding star tends to get distorted.
Take for example, the J.J.-Watt-as-a-pizza-delivery-guy story. As legend has it, and I use the word very loosely, during a break in between his time at Central Michigan and Wisconsin, Watt was recognized by a kid at a house where he delivered a pizza, and it left him crying in his car, newly determined to turn his life around.
Except that’s not what happened.
From the Houston Chonicle’s Tania Ganguli, in a large and telling profile of Watt, comes the real story.
“There’s the report that I cried. I never cried,” Watt said. “What was going through my mind was, this kid once saw me as the greatest, someone he looked up to. When I saw the look on his face, that for that split second he didn’t see me as that anymore, that hurt. … It didn’t change my life or make me want to go back and be a football player. But it re-instilled the drive in me to become great again, to become that kid’s role model again.”
Lots of great detail in the piece which you should read before the Packers and Texans kickoff tonight.
After all, you’ll want to know if you’re the guy interviewed after the Texans drafted Watt who he’d like to find one day.