Logan Horton is a relic. He’s a young relic, born a generation too late, a football player perfectly built for a bygone era. Sitting in front of his computer at home in Oregon, he not only knows this, he embraces it. He uploads video highlights from his junior season to his Hudl recruiting profile, reliving plays that bring to mind black-and-white slo-mo footage on NFL Films, with John Facenda narrating:



The rising senior from the great northwest lowers his shoulder and cuts down a defender like a ponderosa pine, his Jesuit High teammate behind him … The brute of a back pulls left and looks for his target on the edge. He seeks to destroy — then does so to alarming effect … No job is too small, no defender too big for the bodyguard of the backfield. The quarterback scrambles, his eyes downfield and not on the linebacker closing fast. Luckily, his fullback is always on the watch, ready to lower the boom.



Horton snaps back into the silence of...