JaMarcus Russell's struggles parallel our own

This is either the saddest story or the happiest story ever told. No one knows yet. No one knows until there's an ending. And the ending hasn't happened.

It is the JaMarcus Russell Story, the story of his comeback, to be precise. If there is a comeback. He is 27 years old, and hasn't played in the NFL since the 2009 season when he was the worst starting quarterback in the league.

Before he left the NFL and after he left, he was a joke. Or if that seems cruel, just say he was a shooting star. He was the first player taken in the 2007 draft and then he flamed out. He was the player who signed for $61 million, the player who had no business playing football with serious men, who had no business posing as an athlete.

Many consider him the biggest bust in the long history of the NFL's big busts. Can you name someone bigger?

You can catch up on Russell's story. Go to Bleacher Report on the Internet. You'll see a video, fascinating for sure, of Russell getting into football shape — well, attempting to — of Russell trying to remake himself, of Russell trying not to be a joke. Not anymore. Is it too late?

As you watch him run wind sprints and practice proper footwork for passing, you pull for him. You can't help but pull for him. You pull for anyone in that situation, someone making an honest effort, someone overcoming public failure — trying to.

And you remember he was nice. He really was. You always liked him because he was so easy to like.

So, you pull for him because his story grabs your heart and because, most of all, you see yourself in Russell. Yes, you do. Every one of us has gone down for the count, failed, acted like a fool, carelessly wasted days and months and years. Russell stands for you and me. Look at him. Look at us.

The video shows him on his first day at TEST Football Academy in San Diego. There really is such a place — a football "academy." TEST is the Stanford/Cal/Harvard of football institutions of higher learning. And Russell is a mere freshman. You watch him practice passing with Jeff Garcia, once his teammate on the Raiders, Garcia encouraging him, but also correcting him, teaching Russell stuff he already should know. You watch Russell try so hard with his innocent, hopeful face and it is the saddest or the happiest movie you ever saw. You hear him say he wants to, "just show the coaches out there JaMarcus Russell has changed as a person."

And you remember what he was like when he came to the Raiders. He had a child's smile, probably because he still was a child. He had baby fat around his middle, and that was unexpected on a world-class athlete. He had almost nothing to say but he quickly bought gold jewels and furs and would wear them to postgame news conferences, even after losses. He looked like a reveler straight out of "The Great Gatsby."

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