ASHBURN, Va. — “We need more plates,” a voice calls out from behind the buffet. Just like that, Antwaan Randle El takes off. He bursts out of the cafeteria, bounds down the hallway, makes a sharp cut into the auditorium, side-steps the kindergartners scattered on the floor, swipes his security card and explodes into the storage closet. Soon he re-emerges, stack of plates in hand, and just barely in time—the cheerleaders were beginning to eat their spaghetti out of styrofoam cups.
“Thanks Coach El,” one says, transferring pasta from cup to plate. Before he can reply, another situation requires his attention.