Alfred Morris makes his way through the rows of vehicles in the lot at Redskins Park, car keys in one hand, helmet in the other. ¶ “Oh, you wanna see my boo?” he says. Nearby sit a Lincoln Navigator SUV, a Porsche, a couple of Range Rovers and Dodge Challengers. ¶ “Here’s the Bentley,” he proudly says. But he’s standing in front of a silver 1991 Mazda 626. “You wanna know the best part about my boo?” ¶ The rookie running back walks around to the passenger side to a spot near the rear. ¶ “You know, dimples are beautiful — especially the half-dimples,” Morris grins, rubbing a slight dent. “My boo’s even got a dimple. I love this car.” ¶ It’s the unlikeliest of rides for the NFL’s fifth-leading rusher. But very little is typical when it comes to Morris, who has helped quarterback Robert Griffin III transform the Washington Redskins’ offense into one of the most potent attacks in the NFL. ¶ From his journey to the NFL — routed through Florida Atlantic University — to his ascension as Washington’s starting running back, nothing is as one would expect. ¶ But that’s fine with Morris, a soft-spoken, “Yes-sir, yes-ma’am” kid, the fourth of Ronald and Yvonne Morris’s seven sons.
To Morris, the 21-year-old car with 124,000 miles on the odometer represents a gift from God; the answer to countless prayers — even more than he offered up regarding his dream of playing in the NFL.