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AFC Playoffs / The Jets: Curtis Martin a football star by accident
Friday, January 14, 2005

Robin Rombach, Post-Gazette
"I don't play football because I love football so much," says Jets running back Curtis Martin. "Football is a means to help and escape. [I have] a much stronger voice with adults as well as kids because of it."
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HEMPSTEAD, N.Y. -- Truth be told, Curtis Martin never much cared for football. Never watched the Steelers play. Never wanted to play in college, though his mom thought the whole scholarship deal would keep him out of trouble. Never even watched a full game on television, coin toss to end, until the Super Bowl the year before last, in his 30th year in this blown up and laced nation.

Never thought his life would be like this, either: Long Island penthouse seen on MTV Cribs, art collection with objects dating back to the 17th century, a celebrity Bible study and a lifestyle so spotless that the best The New York Post's gossipy Page Six can unearth on him is that he enjoys takeout from the Italian eatery Da Silvano. Lobster gnocchi and tuna pepato. Which a guy who grew up in McKeesport, Wilkinsburg, Homewood, the Hill District and Duquesne never figured he would want as drive-through eats, let alone drive to fetch behind the wheel of a Range Rover.

He considers himself a Long Island man now, wrapped around an enigma of a Pittsburgh guy from the previous two-thirds of his down-and-up life. He bought some property, drew up plans for more space to contain his art, hopes to break ground here in the offseason. He'll still come back to Duquesne. But this is home now, too.

This square-shouldered man of 31, one of the NFL's top five all-time rushers seemingly by accident, prefers the solitude and peace of being able to blend into a background of some 11 million people in this madding metropolis. Oh, he could be Derek Jeter of the Yankees, dating Mariah Carey and filming commercials. He could be Mike Piazza of the Mets, trying to dazzle Gotham and dying his hair. He could be as huge as Jennifer Lopez, as omnipresent as Sean "P-Diddy" Combs (whose 35th birthday party he attended), as celebrated as perhaps even The Donald himself. Nah.

Martin chooses a different path, which is what football provided him in the first place. An avenue for better works. A direction.

"They know I don't play football because I love football so much," he said this week of his New York Jets mates, with whom tomorrow he will confront his hometown Steelers in an AFC Divisional playoff. "Football is a means to help and escape. Curtis Martin, New York Jets running back, has a much stronger voice with adults as well as kids because of it. That dedication is to people, a purpose in life."

Gregory Bull, Associated Press
Curtis Martin: "I don't get emotional about the game."
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He comes home tomorrow, an Allderdice and Pitt fellow for whom football came late, in a senior high-school season when he starred. In this instance, he comes home to play the Steelers for a sixth time in a 10-year career where the decorating hasn't stopped: NFL's leading rusher this season with 1,697 yards, the league's fourth all-time rusher with 13,366 yards (70 ahead of the Steelers' Jerome Bettis), the best running back to never crack the Emmitt-Walter-Barry code, even if he has enough seasons left in him to surpass their numbers. One more season like this, and he'll beat Barry Sanders' record of 10 consecutive 1,000-yard years.

Just the same way he doesn't work up a lather about tomorrow's homecoming -- "this is my first time playing a playoff game in Pittsburgh, so I'm looking forward to that; but I was never really a Steeler fan or a football fan, so I don't get emotional about the game" -- he doesn't get all fussed up about numbers.

Sure, he programmed his entry code into the Jets' Hofstra University complex to read: 1700. It was a total he strived to eclipse this season, and he came up a scant three yards short. Still and all, he became the oldest player to lead the league in rushing, quite an accomplishment for a decade-long veteran at a position that eats up and spits out the average tailback after, what, three seasons?

Oh yeah, it also was his career-highest total, and don't bother straining to hear praise heaped on him.

"The thing that motivates everything he does is his faith," Pro Bowl-starting center Kevin Mawae said. "He doesn't need to be in the spotlight to be the man and the football player he is. He doesn't want it. Doesn't need it. Doesn't ask for it."

Martin didn't realize all that when he joined the Allderdice football team, forced by his mother into some sort of extracurricular activity so he wouldn't have a gun put to his head again, when he may not be so lucky that it jammed. He quickly owned the City League, to the point where then-Pitt coach Paul Hackett had to have him for the Panthers.

"My mom didn't want me out on the streets," Martin recalled. "Too many of us were getting killed. I feel like I could have been dead so many times. I feel so blessed and grateful that [bad] things never panned out for me."

Hackett and assistant Sal Sunseri wooed Martin, sold his mother on a Pitt education, landed the prize recruit. "I listened to them and the whole time I'm thinking in my mind, 'They don't know, I don't even care.' I was horrible in college. I didn't want to play. I just didn't want to look stupid [frittering away] the scholarship."

When he left Pitt early in 1995, long after Hackett was ousted (he is now Martin's offensive coordinator with the Jets), Martin still didn't want football even while Bill Parcells was selecting him in the third round of the draft. It wasn't until Martin telephoned his pastor, the Rev. Leroy Joseph, that he saw the post-draft path before him. His pastor told him that football was his vehicle and the Maker was handing him the keys.

"For me, it clicked, and I gained an appreciation day by day," Martin said.

The brash, bullying Parcells, of all people, became his mentor. First in New England, then in New York.

"Bill is one of the closest relationships I've had in my life," Martin said. "Bill has filled that father role, especially since I came into the NFL. He invested in me, and I'm grateful for it.

"I think he respected that football wasn't my end-all. But he knew that football was a means, and that it made me work harder."

Martin used football as a fulcrum, gaining 1,000-plus yards each autumn, gaining national respectability and credibility. He spent much of the rest of his time speaking at churches, giving the scared-straight lecture in schools, doling out dollars to just about every other person who asked for help. He once flew directly from the Pro Bowl to pray with his former Allderdice coach, Mark Wittgartner, who just lost his son in a sky-diving accident. He bailed out the Petra International Ministries. He paid for funerals.

"I've saved a lot of people's lives everywhere, but mostly in Pittsburgh," he said without sounding immodest. "I don't want to coach, I don't want to recruit, I don't want to do any of that. When I retire, I'll have a role in people's lives."

His own life isn't exactly monastic, though.

He started collecting art objects, of which he has around 20, once he undertook a remodeling job in his apartment. "I had bare walls," he explained, though Mawae used to live in the same building and knows better. Mawae added: "It's like a men's spa in there. It's the only place I know that has linen carpeting."

The Jets standout gets spotted courtside at Knicks games. He shows at New York movie premieres. He made Esquire Magazine's best-dressed list in 2004. In earlier years, he was linked romantically to singer Toni Braxton, an outdated fact he later asked the Jets to remove from his media-guide biography (along with a child to whom he was a godfather, not father). He has been linked recently with Destiny's Child member Michelle Williams, a fellow devout Christian.

It can't be easy to blend into the background in New York. "It's tough," he said. "You have to be disciplined. There's consequences to everything. I've learned to beware when I'm only considering the benefits of something instead of the consequences."

He'll lead the Jets in pregame prayer tomorrow. Next, he'll try to run roughshod over the Steelers he refused to watch as a kid ("I was a knucklehead back then") but has come back to gash for 483 yards in five NFL meetings. And he'll board the team flight back to his new address, his new lifestyle.

"This is home. This will be home, even after football," Martin said of Long Island. "I just like it here. It suits me, fits me, everything that I want. I'm a Pittsburgher, but I live in New York."

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First published on January 14, 2005 at 12:00 am
Chuck Finder can be reached at cfinder@post-gazette.com or 412-263-1724.