A series of articles on Freddie Kitchens.
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[FONT="]They came for Big Freddie’s son.[/FONT][FONT="]Traipsing down rock steps into Jim Glover Stadium on another Alabama Friday night, they carried brown paper bags taped to sticks, “Sack Kitchens” written on them. [/FONT]
[FONT="]The bus of visiting students had arrived early, because on the right night in the ‘90s, when the Etowah High School Blue Devils were beating almost all comers, thousands of seats were gone a half-hour before kickoff.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Big Freddie’s son warmed up with the biggest arm anyone in Etowah County had ever seen. At 6-foot-3 and 220 pounds, the boy had maybe 6 inches and 60 pounds on his father, but every word of Big Freddie lived inside his namesake. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Seated on a rock wall just over a waist-high chain-link fence from the field, the visiting students then, like Browns fans now, got a look at Kitchens and formed an impression, but they didn’t know what they were seeing.[/FONT][FONT="]As the students whooped and hollered during warmups, Kitchens’ receiver turned to finish his sideline route and saw the football, plausibly wild but slick with intent, sailing over his head, right at the sack holders. It caught one of them straight in the chest, and the students scattered like a covey of quail. [/FONT]
[FONT="]That story, in various iterations, winds through Etowah County like a country shortcut. Everyone knows it, and it gets you there quick.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Because that throw -- that’s Freddie.[/FONT]