It’s early March in San Diego, where Eric Weddle calls home. With sweat still trickling down his forehead after a game of basketball at a local gym, Weddle steps up into his white Shelby F-150 truck with the thick black stripes down the middle of the hood.



The truck has 750 horsepower and moves like a Corvette, but is bigger than a walk-in closet. When he opens it up on the freeway, it sounds a little like a dentist’s drill. He changed the chrome to black, bought oversized wheels and rims and lifted it an inch-and-a-half.



He’s never spent much of his money on playthings, but in January he earned a $1 million bonus because he made the Pro Bowl and his team made the playoffs. He thought he and his family deserved something special.



It is a symbol for all Weddle has achieved and conquered.



Before he can put the truck in drive, he gets a phone call. On the caller ID: Eric DeCosta.



The Ravens general manager probably wants...