The year was 2002. I was a bartender at Gilligan's Bar and Grill in Manhattan, Kan., just blocks away from the Kansas State University campus. It was late on a Friday night. The place was packed -- it was always packed on weekends. All of a sudden, a kid walks into the bar. I yelled, "Hey, someone's gonna have to take that little boy outta here." But as he walked closer, I realized that he wasn't a little boy at all. He was Darren Sproles.