I met Holton Hill once. It was at Raising Caines on the Drag (well, MLK at the T) about the first or second month he was in school as an incoming freshman. I said, "You're Holton Hill?" He said, "Yeah." I said, "Good luck at Texas." He said, "mkay."
He had sleepy eyes and large appetite but what I really noticed about him was how affluent he looked. I have kids, my wife buys them clothes, I know how ridiculously much they cost. I spend a fortune and my kids aren't even on the high end of fashion. Holton was snazzy. $100 jeans, $60 shirt, $200 jacket, $300 shoes. He looked good. And he had one of those self balancing hover board scooter chingaderas that were so popular (but expensive) that year.
I thought to myself, wouldn't it be ridiculous if our blue chip DB injured himself on that dern thing. But you know how kids are. He handled it like it was an extension of himself, zipping hither and yon like Marty McFly.
So that's my $9.95 inside scoop on Holton Hill.
Despite the sleepy eyes and large appetite, I bet Herman told him to stop risking his neck on foolish youthful recreations and he did it any way.
