Mike Smith doesn't do half speed.
As a seventh-round pick of the Ravens in 2005, the young middle linebacker from Texas Tech flew full tilt into a fullback in training camp just to get the legendary Ray Lewis to finally acknowledge him with a smile, a headbutt and the words, "Now, you're one of us, kid!"
As a 40-year-old, well-respected outside linebackers coach, Smith goes all out as a mentor in the sciences of "rushing violently" and setting the edges on a 3-4 defense "as men who are born an oak and not a willow."
As a doting father of three kids who wanted a treehouse in Green Bay last summer, the former Packer-turned-Viking inadvertently hurtled his 240-some-pound self into Mother Earth. At the full speed of gravity. From about two stories up.
Wait. What?
"Fell 22 feet cutting the last board," said Smith, who, thankfully, still lives to tell his tale to a new wave of wincing faces.
Smith holds up his right wrist. A wrist that Danielle Hunter, a superstar Vikings edge rusher who knows his way around an injury or two, has seen and shaken his head.
"That thing," said Hunter, "is messed up."