Lorenzo Lockett is hurt again, and this time it is a meniscus and the whole season. It is the second meniscus of his career.
The ledger, after eight seasons: 10,714 yards, sixty scores. There was a 2,091-yard year in there. This is not it.
New Antwerp, Wisconsin is where he is from. He is thirty-one. Ask anybody: he keeps his own counsel and his own hours. Nobody planned any of it. He was drafted on a medical gamble that three clubs would not take.
Boarhounds, 9-7, and seventeen weeks gone. Oscar Kearse is in year thirty-three of it. There is one year left on the deal.
Lockett refuses to be taped by anybody but the same assistant trainer.