Down South in Vicksburg, Mississippi, the humidity sticks to your skin like goo, the nearest Dunkin Donuts is 50 miles away, country music dominates the FM dial and the hyperbole borders on biblical. Here in Malcolm Butler's hometown, he is beyond revered. A godsend. David slaying Goliath.
Seriously, that's how one woman planning his football camp on this midsummer's day describes him. "Because David," she explains, "even when he rose, his brothers tried to throw him down. He remained humble."
Editor's note: Doubt them. Hate them. Count them out. It's these guys vs.