If I was given the ability to select one man in the history of
any sport and put him into that sport's Hall of Fame, I wouldn't
choose Pete Rose, Dennis Rodman or Don Mattingly—heck, not even
Jerry Kramer.  I would pick Donald Driver. No man in the history
of sports stands for what an athlete should be more than him.
The story of this man is a fascinating one. It's also one that
few people know.  Driver grew up in the slums. The kid was dirt
poor. He lived out of the trunk of his car.   When he was in
seventh grade, his older brother noticed Driver's incredible
speed, agility and hands—so he put it to use.  Things were so
bad for the Drivers that Donald, dubbed "Quickie" by his
brothers, was using his God-given talents to steal cars.  Those
cars he would sell for drugs, drugs he claims he never used, but
rather resold for more money.  Hey, when things are bad, they're
bad. Driver says he probably stole 20 or 30 cars, and he was
only caught once.  But that once changed everything.  Just as he
was starting the