When I was 16, I played league softball. In the middle of a game, while a teammate was arguing with the ump over a call, the other team's second baseman dropped to his knees and laid down. A few seconds later, both benches cleared and surrounded him to see what was wrong. One of the players performed CPR while someone else drove to the nearest payphone to call an ambulance. (No cell phones back then.) Unfortunately, the guy didn't make it. He was 49 and appeared to be in good shape.
Take nothing for granted, my friends.
And learn CPR.
I wasn't suggesting that Love would become another Allen - just that your description of a raw guy who turned out to be great sounded like Josh. I don't follow college football, so I know nothing about Love. In general, though, I agree with you that finding a diamond in the rough is pretty rare. Josh is an anomaly, for sure.
I'm Italian. A friend once told my brother, "If your hands were tied, it could be considered a speech impediment."
My wife's family is as WASP as Archie Bunker. I once saw her put the phone on her shoulder and support it with her head while she used both hands to describe something to the person she was talking to. I told her, "That's what happens when you marry into an Italian family."
You gotta slow down, (slow down), sweet talkin' woman, (slow down)
You've got me runnin', (run, run), you've got me searchin'
Hold on, (hold on), sweet talkin' lover (hold on)
It's so sad if that's the way it's over
If you watch Groundhog Day over and over again, I'd think it would create an infinite regression of time loops that would cause the universe to collapse in on itself.
I also feel like I wrote this post yesterday.