That ability alone would separate Landry from the bulk of his fellow receivers. Paired with a particular brand of confidence that would shame even Ric Flair, though, it makes him the NFL’s Rambo. He likes his wars, but he’s still looking for the opposing soldier capable of slowing him.
“I have not found one yet and probably never will find one in my career,” Landry says when asked whether any defensive back can stop him.
Why? “God hasn’t made one. He can’t and he won’t.”
There must be someone, right? Seattle’s Richard Sherman?
“One-on-one? No.”
Arizona’s Patrick Peterson?
“No.”
New England’s Malcolm Butler?
“No.”
Kansas City’s Marcus Peters?
“No.”
He volunteers a name:
“Deion Sanders? No.”
Why?
“This is simple: My will won’t allow it to happen.”
Landry’s practice habits are so ferocious that Miami tight end Dion Sims says, “I’ve never seen anything like it.” One ambition propels that fire and physicality: “As soon as you turn the game on you’ll know who 14 is,” Landry says, referencing his jersey number, “and if you don’t, by the time I’m done you’re going to say, ‘Who is 14?’ And you’re going to Google search ‘14 and Miami Dolphins,’ and you know what’s going to pop up?
“Me. With a big smile.”
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