I was in my senior season at the University of Miami. As luck would have it, the Super Bowl was in Miami that year. The San Diego Chargers were taking on the San Francisco 49ers. Even more luck was upon me as the 49ers were using our facilities to prepare for the big game. What I learned from that experience stayed with me for a lifetime.
We weren’t allowed to see the 49ers practice as those things, for the most part, were top secret. However, on one day, a couple of us players stepped into our head coach’s office where we could see the practice field. Already legendary for his work ethic, I expected to see Jerry Rice working up a sweat. I did not expect to see a maniac. Rice sprinted to the end zone on every pass he caught and as you could imagine, he was thrown many of them. He would then turn around and run back down to catch his next rep. When the first team came out, guys grabbed Gatorade. Rice grabbed a trainer who threw him balls continuously until the first team was back in again. It was insane to watch. Rice was in his 11th year as a pro and nowhere close to getting cut but was behaving like he was told he was on the chopping block.