2027 WR Josiah Morgan flipped his commitment from Houston to #Baylor on Monday to give the Bears nine commitments.
Morgan adds some nice characteristics to Baylor's WR corps.
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I want to thank God for blessing me with the opportunities, relationships, and guidance that have led me to this moment. After much prayer and reflection, I am extremely excited to announce my commitment to continue my academic and athletic career at Baylor University! Sic’Em🐻
AGTG! 🙏🏾 Blessed to receive an offer from Baylor University @bufootball !
Thank you @CoachDaveAranda and the entire Baylor staff for believing in me and giving me this opportunity.
Big shoutout to @twftraining and @drobalwayzopen Thank y’all for pushing me, believing in me, and helping me grow every day. The work is paying off but we’re nowhere near finished💪🏾🤞🏾
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In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths.
Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents.
I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself.
This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated.
I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?"
"Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way."
"But the store loses."
"Yep. On purpose."
On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands.
In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one.
A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir."
It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow.
I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious.
Some prices are not prices. They are promises.
I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back.
The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.
Long may it spin.