NEW YORK — In that golden moment when his name was called, in that snapshot when Derrick Brooks entered immortality, he was suddenly young again.
There on the stage of the Radio City Music Hall, Brooks might as well have been back on the field of Raymond James Stadium, daring another opponent to try to get to the other side of him. Instead of a suit, he might as well have been wearing his old number 55, and he might have been staring down Marshall Faulk, or chasing down Michael Vick, just like in the old days.
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