Fine, then you try to explain it. Call him the Dallas Wowboy.
In my years as a sportswriter I've come to appreciate lots of athletes. For the most part, I could comprehend and sorta explain their greatness. Troy Aikman's mechanically flawless accuracy. Jason Kidd's uncanny peripheral vision. Josh Hamilton's forearm-powered bat speed.
But for David Magee, I got nothing. No fathomable explanation to accept what he does, much less how he does it.
Simply put, Magee knows what you're thinking.
