Antron Brown lives for rush of NHRA
Antron Brown's life exists in milliseconds.
If football is a game of inches, drag racing is a game of eyelashes. It is about pulses and twitches and reaction. It is about concentrated energy, like the eye of a hurricane, hours and hours worth of work jammed into mere seconds.
A champion NHRA Top Fuel drag racer, Brown feeds off that energy. He bounces and he beams and he talks a million words a minute, his mouth seemingly the only thing moving faster than his car.
When he starts talking about the sport he loves, the sport that his father loved and his uncle loved and his grandfather loved, he cannot be stopped. The words explode like the back of his dragster, in concentrated bursts of emphasis.
Brown talks speed like an artist describes shadows, down to the finest detail. He's always been fast, clocked at Olympic-trial levels in the 100-yard dash, a whiz on the basketball court, the quickest guy on the football field.
But his feet could make him go only so fast. So he sits in a thin skeleton of a machine with one of the world's most advanced engines and he goes 330 miles per hour.
It's the best four seconds of his day.
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