He is 4 feet 8. He weighs 91 pounds. He doesn’t have a driver’s license. He doesn’t have money. He can’t sign his name.
But around USC, nobody’s name has been chanted more. Nobody has been hugged more. Nobody has been loved more. Nobody is richer.
“It’s funny how the hugest of guys take care of the littlest guy,” Ricky says.
In one world, there are struggles to live with three others in a house with one tiny bedroom and a primitive bathroom. His mother sleeps on the couch, his sister on the floor, Ricky on a bare mattress under a rickety bunk bed.
In the other world, there is the triumph of a job, handing out water at practice, picking up lunch for the coaches, shredding old game plans, Ricky on the sturdy foundation of importance.
In the one world, he has a sister who struggles with an artificial leg, a mother who can’t find work, two small disability checks to cover their expenses, microwave soup at the lean end of every month.
In the other world, he has a title: Special Assistant to the Head Coach.
Ricky received his Rose Bowl ring after practice on 21AUG08.
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