The press conference had already started when Shilo Sanders arrived. Visible chunks of Folsom Field still clung to his pants and his shoulder pads were gone, leaving only bunched up piles of black and gold fabric that glowed under the media center’s fluorescent lighting. Pulling the last empty fold-up chair away from the makeshift table, he sat down and, with a wide grin, took a beat to survey the room.
“We were just out there fighting and battling for hats and sunglasses,” he said. “We did it. We came through. They’ve got to respect us when we wear hats and sunglasses, and when Coach Prime does.