You think Mrs. Brown will like football better then?
The warp-speed ballet is over in 11 seconds, but against Michigan State in his sophomore year it took 11.3, of which Brown said, "I must be getting slow."
Anyway, now comes the hard part. He hands the ball to the referee (very Notre Dame) and braces himself to face his inexorable punishment: the celebration. You go to great lengths to run 100 yards in, through and around very angry, very strong guys without so much as getting a dirty look, only to make it to the end zone and get pulverized by 40 of your dearest friends. "Really, this is the scary part," Brown says. "I just try to get down on my knees and fall with 'em.... After that, I just walk to the sideline, and I'm standing there, and I just want to scream, 'Yaaaaaaaaaaah!' "
After every game, of course. Brown receives hundreds of worshipers. But after the USC game last year, someone came up to him and said something strange.
"Hey, Brown," the man said. "You're almost as good as me."
It was Anthony Davis.