A player that awesome could, if he wished, be the trash-talkingest guy in the league, with the flashiest lifestyle. Sanders has never been heard to utter so much as a syllable of trash, and since arriving in the NFL in 1989 he has never spiked the ball after a touchdown. "Usually guys will say to me before a game, 'If you score, you've got to spike or dance,' " he says. "Sometimes I think about it, but when I actually do score, either I'm tired and just want to get back to the bench, or it just doesn't cross my mind."
And he is as understated off the field. "I had eight sisters and two brothers and grew up in a normal little neighborhood in Kansas," he explains. "I got enough attention from my parents and friends and loved ones. I didn't have a deep craving to be some superstar or whatever. I like to watch movies, I like to go bowling, I like the company of good friends, I like good meals. I'm not living a lifestyle of the rich and famous."
As nice a fellow as he appears to be, does he ever feel bad about terrorizing the terrorists of the league, making them look so inept?
"No," Sanders replies. "I've played defense, and I know what people are thinking on defense. I know what they're trying to do to offensive players. And it's not pretty. What I do is basically survival. That's all it really is. If I don't make a guy miss or if I don't outrun him, he's going to do his best to drive me into the ground. So, no, I don't feel sorry for those guys."