ALBANY, N.Y. --
The action that follows on screen proves more graphic than the rap-based soundtrack. The film's star is Linda's middle son,
Bootleg tapes of Dion Lewis, the 5-foot-9, 195-pound Panther who's exploded onto the national scene with 1,029 yards and 11 touchdowns through seven games, have been recorded and produced by his older brother
Hafley was up front with his boss. The 17-year-old was not a 5-11 or 6-foot prototype. He was mature, though, having agreed to attend Blair -- a small, co-ed prep school tucked away in the woods of southern Jersey -- for two years. Wannstedt wanted to take the measure of Lewis without a scale or tape, so he invited him to campus. Lewis passed the eyeball test, but it was the tailback who walked away surprised. "Coach is a lot taller in person," Lewis said.
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Lewis swore off standing still five years earlier. One evening after practice freshman year at Albany High, Lewis sat on a sidewalk waiting for the bus when a pit bull appeared nearby. The owner was walking the dog without a leash. Lewis considered running, but also remembered being told by someone to remain still if a dog attacked. The pit bull bit him on the arm, and he needed a rabies shot. "I'll never fail to react on instinct again," he said.
Movement wasn't restricted to the field.
When Lewis transferred, his rawness was evident. During the first workout, he put 500 pounds on a bar to squat. His feet were four inches from being parallel. "My God," Smith said, "he's going to blow out his knee."
"No. 28" became the worst-kept secret in the playbook. Smith would call his star's number, springing him with sweeps and watch him go for 80-yard runs. "It got to where I couldn't give him the ball," Smith said. "We had to be polite."
After the state title game, Smith had an unexpected message for the star. "Leave," Smith said. "No one would believe he was good enough up here."
Blair provided the stage for Hafley and others to take notice, but recruiters only saw half of his play there. The school helped assemble a highlight reel of his senior year plays, and Smith, still a mentor to Lewis, told him to "take it for a ride with schools". Instead, Lewis decided to stick with the school that had first shown interest in him. "That's all about his loyalty," Wannstedt said.
Lewis -- more of a tackle breaker than a make-you-miss back like McCoy -- outran his predecessor's shadow immediately. In the opener against Youngstown State, he rushed for 129 yards. In his second game, he broke an 85-yard rush en route to 190 yards at Buffalo. It remained to be seen how he would fare against Big East defenses, but he ripped off 158, 180 and 111 yards against Connecticut, Rutgers and South Florida, respectively. Durability questions dissipated when he carried the ball 31 times while digesting fake blitzes and constant movement in the box against the Scarlet Knights. "Of course, we'd like to have both LeSean and Dion," Wannstedt said, "but we've turned the page pretty quick here."
Forever the headliner in his mother's photo albums, Lewis' legacy is well preserved back home. His bedroom has been converted into a living shrine. Game-worn shoulder pads cover the radiator, a pair of gloves are encased in a glass frame and the white jersey from his first spring game bears scuff marks.
The most prized possessions are in his parents' bedroom. There, in the back of his mother's closet, is a fireproof, hundred-pound safe. Birth certificates lay atop two DVDs -- his junior and senior year discs. The latter edition remains a family exclusive.