He sat at his grandmother's dining room table late on that sweltering June night, dreaming. Eating his ribs and collard greens in silence, pondering his future with each bite.
For Jimmy Wilson, there were only seven hours left before deliverance. Duffel bags packed, alarm clock ready. At five o'clock in the morning, he was going to rise out of bed and drive 17 hours from his Southern California home to Missoula, Montana, and love every minute of it. When he arrived on the University of Montana campus for summer workouts they would see a polished cornerback, a reinvented man.