DUBLIN – His love of the game started in the front yard.
Then it moved to the couch. And eventually, it landed in the car.
First, Jack Sawyer was 8 years old outside his Pickerington house, throwing footballs by himself into the sky, sprinting underneath before snagging them and then celebrating the make-believe touchdowns as he envisioned raucous cheers in the hundreds of thousands cascading down on him.
Then he would run inside, into the living room to watch college football Saturdays with his father Lyle, as Dad’s football junkie lifestyle breathed air into Sawyer’s own addiction with the sport on the family sofas.