Braylon Edwards: Doing It My Way: My Outspoken Life as a Michigan Wolverine, NFL Receiver, and Beyond
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Braylon Edwards: Doing It My Way: My Outspoken Life as a Michigan Wolverine, NFL Receiver, and Beyond
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The son of start Michigan player and NFL running back Stan Edwards, Braylon emerged from the shadows of his father, with who, he has a complicated relationship, to create his own All-American legacy at Michigan—but no without clashes with his eventual mentor, head coach Lloyd Carr. Braylon takes readers inside his decorated four-year career at Michigan, the intense rivalry games against Ohio State and Michigan State, and the back-to-back Rose Bowls. Drafted third overall by a struggling Browns franchise, he endured a turbulent time in Cleveland, which included a misreported fight at a club with a member of LeBron James inner circle. Braylon resuscitated his career in The Big Apple, belting out Frank Sinatra tunes while reaching to AFC Championships Games with the New York Jets before playing under Jim Harbaugh with the San Francisco 49ers, catching passes from Seattle Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson, and delving into a broadcasting career. In this frank, unflinching autobiography, Braylon shares how football helped him find his place and gave him a voice. He lays bare all the bumps, bruises, and unexpected turns along the way.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781641253048 |
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| Publisher: | Triumph Books |
| Publication date: | 09/10/2019 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 256 |
| File size: | 7 MB |
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CHAPTER 1
1. The No. 1 Jersey
The No. 1 Jersey has become a polarizing topic lately. People have heard my comments and disdain about giving the jersey away and players not earning it, and it has become one of the more misunderstood aspects of my life. They've taken those quotes and made their own assumptions without knowing why I have such a strong opinion on the matter. It's not just about me; it's about who wore it before me and what I had to do to earn that single digit on my chest. I had thought about wearing that number at Michigan since I was a kid, but back then the jersey had to be earned; it wasn't just given away. I asked Lloyd Carr if I could have the No. 1 jersey as an incoming freshman, and he said no. He told me it was a special number and that you had to earn that number, deserve that number, and do right by that number, so I couldn't have it. That's why I wore No. 80 for the first two seasons because I wasn't allowed to get the No. 1. I chose 80 because Jerry Rice was my favorite player, so I wore his number, which was cool and exciting, but the No. 1 was what I wanted.
I asked Coach Carr before my freshman season and then I asked again after spring before my sophomore season started, and he said that jersey number was still to be determined. When he said "to be determined" before that second year, I saw that as hope. There was a chance I could get to wear the No. 1 someday, and I took that as a positive. It drove me to work harder than I ever have.
I wanted that number so bad in part because my dad, Stan, played with Anthony Carter, and all my dad ever talked about when I was growing up was Anthony Carter. Anthony Carter is the best player in Michigan history. Anthony Carter can run this route, can catch this pass. Anthony Carter, Anthony Carter, Anthony Carter. If you're a Michigan fan of a certain age or follow Michigan tradition, there is nobody better than Anthony Carter. He was a three-time All-American, finished in the top 10 in the Heisman Trophy voting three times, and played at a time when the passing game wasn't as prolific as it is today. I grew to really appreciate Carter and what he did, and ever since I was a little kid, that number has represented greatness.
In addition to Carter, you look at the names who wore that number and what they represented. David Terrell was given that number as a freshman, played a little bit his freshman year, and then balled out his sophomore year. He was phenomenal as a junior, and then the Chicago Bears drafted him eighth overall. Derrick Alexander wore the No. 1, and people forget that if he doesn't blow out his knee, he might've won the Heisman Trophy over Desmond Howard. Alexander was the No. 1 receiver that year, but he injured his knee, and then Elvis Grbac had no one else to throw the ball to except for Howard, and the rest is history. That's not a knock on Howard at all, but people don't really look at Alexander the way they should.
Those guys weren't the first to get the No. 1, and Carter changed the legacy of what that jersey was and what it represents. What he did was beyond ridiculous and he made that jersey deserve that type of special talent, that selfless player. That number meant so much to me, and I was prepared to do whatever it took to get it. Had Reggie Williams, who was recruited by Michigan as a priority over me, come to Michigan, I know they would have given him the No. 1 jersey. It's not even up for debate because I had this conversation with Williams after we were both drafted.
After we played in the Outback Bowl at the end of my sophomore season, I went and saw Coach Carr two days after we got back from the bowl game. This was before winter conditioning even started, and I wanted the No. 1. I said, "Coach, this is the third time. You told me I had to earn it, I had to deserve it. What do you think?"
He said, "I'll let you know." I also asked him if I could run track, and he said yes to that.
Track was cool because winter conditioning was a bitch, and if I was running track, I only had to do one workout a week. Mike Gittleson and his staff had a goal of trying to make you throw up in winter conditioning. They tried to make you tap out on chin-ups or the ropes. During the ropes session, a trainer would put ropes around you and you had to pull him to you. They did all kinds of stuff to make it difficult, though, like holding onto machines or walking the other way.
If you're super strong, it might only take 12 minutes, but I've seen it last 40 minutes. People got to the point where they would puke or give up. It was at the end of the workout, too. You had already done legs or arms and you're tired and then you had to go to class afterward. That right there at the end of the workout was the devil. Your forearms were already tight, your lower back was tight, and you started to get a headache. I never threw up at Michigan, but there were some times in winter conditioning where I was close.
We got through winter conditioning, and it was time for spring ball. Coach Carr still hadn't said anything about the No. 1 jersey. For the first practice of spring, I went to the locker room and I saw the No. 80 jersey. But I looked closer, and the back said "Matsos." That was Chris Matsos, a walk-on receiver. I went to ask our equipment manager, Jon Falk, what was going on and then I saw it. I saw my nameplate on my locker, and it said "Edwards" with the No. 1 next to it.
I saw it and I started smiling and clapping. That feeling I had was probably, arguably, the best feeling I ever had the whole time I was at Michigan. I did everything they asked of me, kept my head down, and earned that feeling of accomplishment. I was so excited, but a lot came with that number, and a lot happened from the day Coach Carr gave me that number to the Oregon game in September. From March to September, there was a lot that I went through just because I had that number.
I put on the jersey for the first time. It was everything I had dreamed about, and I went up to Coach Carr at practice to say thank you. He looked at me and said, "A lot comes with that number. To much is given, much is expected." From that point on, any little thing I did, he was yelling at me and on my ass. He took a new interest in yelling at me in practice. If he saw me not blocking on the backside, he was yelling at me. If I dropped a pass, which was rare in spring ball, he'd yell at me. He took time to point me out in the meeting if I did something wrong. During a two-minute drill, I dropped a pass that would've been a touchdown to win the practice session, and Coach Carr took the No. 1 from me. I didn't even know he took it from me. This was about a week into spring ball, and I came back, and No. 80 was in my locker.
I wore 80 again for a week and went back to making plays, being quiet, the same stuff I did at the end of my sophomore year, and then I got the No. 1 back. I dialed in and was trying to be the guy I knew they wanted me to be. But Coach Carr was on me for everything. He used to reference my dad and say, "Hey, Stan would get it done." I was like, cheap motivational tricks aren't going to work on me.
It pissed him off because after he said that, I told him, "Then go get Stan. Go get Stan and see if he can catch that 9 route." He used to hate that. It's crazy now to think I was talking back to Coach Carr because he is royalty at Michigan. But the funny thing is I wasn't the worst at talking trash to him.
No one talked more trash to Coach Carr than Chris Perry. He said some of the most powerful shit I've ever heard anybody say to Coach Carr. During my freshman year, Perry was a sophomore, and the coaches were trying to figure out if they were going to start Perry or B.J. Askew at running back. When we played Washington, Perry was in the huddle. The coaches sent Askew in for a play, and they told Chris to come out, but he wouldn't come out of the game.
I was in the huddle. We were a in three-wide set, and Chris was like, "I'm not leaving. I'm the running back." Askew was always cool about it, but we had to call a timeout so they could get Chris off the field. That Tuesday after the game, the coaches put Askew as the starting running back on the depth chart. We walked into practice. Chris was looking at the depth chart, walked right by Coach Carr, and said, "Man, this is crazy. If I knew I would've had to deal with this shit, I would've went to Ohio State." We were all shocked. What did he just say in front of Carr?
Coach Carr was smooth about it and acted like he didn't hear it, and nothing happened to Chris. He and Carr had a different relationship than I had with him. Had I said that, I would've been kicked off the team, no questions.
I wanted to get that No. 1 back, though, since I was now back to wearing 80. So I was careful about what I said and how far I pushed Coach Carr. I knew they wanted me to stop acting like a clown and do what I needed to do. I finished up strong and got the No. 1 back just by once again putting my head down, being quiet, and doing the right work. I was learning, getting better, and putting in the extra work to really become what that number was supposed to embody. I wanted to live up to what Carter had created with the jersey and all the guys after him, so I did everything I could to put in extra time. But at the same time, I was starting to feel myself again.
When I first got the jersey, Charles, my stepdad, told me to remember that I earned it, that I worked for it and got it, but to make sure I was still part of the team. I remember him saying it, but I let it go in one ear and out the other. Between being recognized on campus and getting the jersey I wanted, I felt like a celebrity. The work I was putting in was starting to show, too. I was killing it in training camp before the season. My freshman year I benched 225 pounds five times. Going into my junior year, I did it 25 times. I was 6'3", 210 pounds. I was fast from running track and strong. We had created a monster.
I was running through training camp and seeing that I was getting better. I was back on track with Coach Carr, and everything was going well except I didn't have a car at this time. I had a car until a drunk driver ran me off the road and into a telephone pole. Pierre Woods, Jacob Stewart, and I were in the car in the winter of 2002, but all of us were fine in the accident. It wasn't serious enough that we got Coach Carr or the university involved. None of us were injured, we gave the police our information, and they towed our car away.
I didn't have a car now, so I either had to walk or get a ride with someone else wherever we went. I came back to the team hotel after morning practice one day. Roy Manning was my roommate, and I told him I was going to take a nap and to wake me up so I could ride with him to the team meeting. Manning said okay; so we both took naps. The meeting was at 2:00 pm, I woke up at 1:45, and Manning wasn't there. I literally sprinted out of the room with just my socks on, no shoes, down to the lobby. They had a shuttle to take us to the meetings, and luckily there was a bus there. I told the bus driver to go as fast as he could.
We got to Schembechler Hall, and I was hauling ass to get to the meeting room. It was about 1:58, and the meeting started in two minutes. I was almost to the room when I saw Coach Carr's shoulders turn to go into the front door to the meeting room. We had this thing we did for team meetings. When Coach Carr walked into the room, we all went crazy, threw our hats in the air, and screamed and yelled for him. I turned to the other corner to go to the back door and, as I turned around, I heard everyone yelling and going crazy. So I knew I was screwed.
I'd never been late for a meeting. So my plan was to go in the back door and just hang out on the back steps and wait it out. Coach Carr's meetings during training camp weren't very long. He would tell us to have a good morning and then break off into offense and defense groups to meet. When he said, "Let's break into groups," my plan was to get up from the back steps and get lost in the shuffle and pretend like I had been there the whole time. I was sitting on the steps waiting and Erik "Soup" Campbell, my own position coach, ratted me out. He saw me on the steps and told Coach Carr I was over there. Carr saw me and asked if I was late. I told him I just walked in right when he walked in, but Coach Carr used to say, "If you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late, and if you're late, you're forgotten."
He kicked me out of the meeting. He told me I was off the team and sent me back to the hotel. I didn't practice that day or go to any meetings. The next day Coach Carr's assistant called me at 6:00 am and told me to come down to his office. His secretary, Jennifer, told me that Coach Carr wanted me to sit outside his office. So I sat outside his office by myself with no one talking to me for about 10 hours.
Finally, I left when they told me to go and I headed back to the hotel. The next day Coach Carr saw me and said, "Hey, I don't know who you think you are, but we don't do things like that at Michigan." In my mind, I was four seconds late to a meeting. I didn't have a car, and my ride left without me. I overslept. So that's on me, but I was four seconds late. I had a great spring and summer, was practicing hard, and doing what the No. 1 is supposed to be doing. I never understood and still don't understand why I was kicked off the team, but he put me back on the team and took the No. 1 jersey away again. We were only a little over a week away from the season.
We're prepping for Central Michigan, and on gameday "Soup" Campbell told me I wasn't starting as a punishment. They kicked me off the team, made me sit outside Coach Carr's office for 10 hours, took the No. 1 jersey away, and then benched me. In my mind, I was starting to change into this rebel because why are they treating me like this? He messed with me with No. 80, he messed with me with the No. 1, and if this was someone else, he wouldn't have done the same thing. If this was Dave Baas or Marlin Jackson, would they have been treated the same way? I was comparing myself to other players and I was frustrated. They held true to their word, too. I sat out the first two series against Central Michigan, and then it was me against the world because I was building up this anger and resentment. I caught a 48-yard touchdown in the game and I told myself, no matter what he wants to do, he can't keep me from shining. They were about to feel what I can do — no matter what.
I made a first-down gesture in that game, and when I came to the sideline, Coach Carr chewed me out for it. He said, "This is Michigan. We don't do that stuff at Michigan." I caught a one-handed tip pass, and he said, "We don't shine the light on ourselves. That's not how we do things at Michigan."
I finished that game with two touchdowns, but I wasn't talking to Soup or Coach Carr afterward. I wasn't talking to them because they were annoying me. In that game I got my right pinkie stuck in a cornerback's facemask, so I tore a few ligaments in my right pinkie. My pinkie is still permanently bent on its first knuckle because of that injury. They put a splint on it, but it affected the way I was catching the ball because it hurt every time a ball hit it, and then it would reset itself, and the injury wasn't getting better.
During the Oregon game, we were passing a lot because they had a great run defense with Haloti Ngata and a few other guys. Their secondary was awful, though, so Jason Avant had 98 yards, Steve Breaston had around 109, and I had 144 yards. I also had five drops because my finger was messed up. John Navarre had a cannon, so I was trying to body catch a lot of the passes to keep the ball away from my finger, which wasn't working. On fourth down they threw me an in route, and I didn't catch the pass because of my finger. So we lost that game 31 — 27 because I didn't catch that pass.
After the game, reporter Angelique Chengelis interviewed me, and I told her that I reinjured my pinkie during the game and that I missed a couple passes that I usually catch. She got that answer, went to Coach Carr's postgame press conference, and asked him about it, telling Coach Carr what I said about my finger. Coach Carr told her that he and I weren't on the same page. That was the infamous dustup between us. At this point the whole state of Michigan — and everyone around the country — was thinking I was some type of distraction to the team. Because for him to have said anything, that must mean it's a big deal.
Once again, I didn't start the next game against Indiana. I was livid that I wasn't starting. I was still trying to learn how to catch with this pinkie the way it was, but I still had 144 yards against Oregon. Everybody had a bad game, but I was getting punished again.
(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
Introduction 7
1 The No. 1 Jersey 11
2 A Paternal Bond through Sports 27
3 Mamas Boy 45
4 Playing for Myself 60
5 A Fresh Wolverine 78
6 Breaking Through 92
7 The Rose Bowl and a Big Decision 102
8 The Michigan State Comeback 118
9 Feeling a Draft 128
10 Welcome to Cleveland 138
11 From Romeo to Mangenius 156
12 New York, New York 170
13 Highs and Lows 184
14 The Last Stand 198
15 A New Path 216
Acknowledgments 237