They stopped at a small store in a small town to purchase fishing licenses. He wanted to gauge Dak’s mental state in the best way they know how: out on the water, phones shelved. These older men stared back at him, trying to understand how someone could be 20 and 40 at the same time.Įbarb would take his youngest nephew fishing around then. the day before his mom died, telling coaches he must play that afternoon-to sort through his loss, to give meaning to her death. His sophomore year at Mississippi State, he showed up at the football facility at 6 a.m. Prescott would lead the Bulldogs into Tiger Stadium, then topple LSU just as he had decided in his head after the scholarship didn’t come. He switched majors to psychology, because he wanted to coach, and he hoped to better understand the psyche of future players. The coach who recruited him, John Hevesy, soon discovered that Prescott’s “leadership skills just overpower you.” Manifesting. So he went elsewhere, lifting a lackluster Mississippi State program to a No. The nearest college football power, LSU, didn’t see Dak as a college quarterback, at least at first. Yet, when Tad complained of the endless rotation of the same meals-chicken, meatloaf, spaghetti-Dak looked at him earnestly and, despite being younger by six years, said, “Bro, I’m just grateful we got something to eat.” He kept a Matchbox car, an El Camino, for the day he would drive the real thing. He didn’t want a picture with or an autograph from a famous athlete, because he expected to become one. “Of saying things, believing things, working, then watching them come to fruition.” “Everything in my life, I’ve constantly thought about,” he says.
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He alternately predicted his future as a movie star, football All Pro or President of the United States. He was the dreamer in the family, the one who manifested reality before any sports psychologist deployed that term. Dak developed a method for speed-eating Oreos, figuring out that if he detached the cookies from the creme rather than shoving the whole thing in his mouth he could actually swallow faster, like a mini-Kobayashi. Because that’s exactly what he had wanted since the day Jace handed him a football and said throw. Prescott watched the movie Little Giants, over and over, relating to one scene where players reminisced about times they had beaten their brothers. He can summarize it in one word: manifesting.Įven in a family that turned competing into “almost an illness,” the boys’ aunt/nanny, Valrie Gilbeaux, says the youngest one stood out. Long before fame, even before football, Prescott absorbed an important concept in that single-wide trailer. There were scratches all over that door from a few thousand too many Nerf dunks.įor a household that moved around and spent more than a few nights without any home at all, the trailer park and all the fields nearby made up the only world they ever needed. Someone put a hole in that wall trying to kill a spider with a hammer.
His eyes dance as he scrawls, the memories returning.
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