Alex Smith never expected this life. NFL quarterback? Yeah, right. He grew up smart, skinny and uncoordinated. When he was 14, his dad tried to talk him into quitting football. You look more like a distance runner, he said. His friends thought hed be a professor.
By SAM MELLINGER
The Kansas City Star
Here he is anyway, the new hope of the once-proud Chiefs, talking about a wild career over barbecue on the Plaza. In a few minutes, a boy from the next table over who has been eyeing Smith all night will come over to say hello and good luck. Smith will smile, tell the boy thank you, and then go back to his burnt ends and his story. It will take the better part of two hours. There is a lot to tell.
Smith is only 29 but he has already seen so much. He has worked through the guilt and anger and depression of his best friends suicide. Hes been the NFLs No. 1 overall draft pick, and hes been benched. He is a model philanthropist. Hes been booed, cheered, paid, left out and traded.
He is a husband. A father. Smart enough to earn an economics degree in 21/2 years. Just 20 when a directionless San Francisco 49ers organization drafted him, Smith last year suffered a concussion just as his career got going. He watched his 49ers teammates play in the Super Bowl from the sideline, in a baseball hat, his dream falling 5 yards short on someone elses shoulders. Maybe hell get over that someday.
Is part of me still pissed? Smith says. I guess. I dont know. Yeah, because youre pissed how you got treated, how it all went down. But I felt like I made my peace.
Hes asked if he thinks the 49ers wouldve won the Super Bowl with him at quarterback.
No doubt in my mind, he says.
Before Smith became a pro football player, he was a skinny pain in the neck for his parents as the third of four children in San Diego.
The worst child we had, by far, says his father Doug, a retired high school principal and football coach. He was the most obstinate, threw the most tantrums. He lived his whole early life in the corner.
Doug and his wife, Pam, tried everything. Reasoning. Explaining. Spanking. They settled on the timeout corner. Maybe it helped, maybe it didnt, but Doug and Pam needed those breaks as much as Alex.
Eventually, they found that Alexs stubborn streak could be helpful in sports. The same hard-headed attitude he showed when his dad asked him to mow the lawn came through in persevering through the struggles of being a 5-foot-nothing, 130-pound freshman quarterback whose father wanted him to quit and join the cross country team.
Alex stuck with football, though, even if nobody looked his way. Helix Charter High had this running back, Reggie Bush, who was one of the best players the state ever saw. So Alex played his last two years in front of coaches from every major college in the country, mostly handing the ball off to Bush, graduating at about 170 pounds with just two scholarship offers.
And one of those was from my uncle, he says of then-Louisville coach John L. Smith. So Im not sure if that counts.
Ivy League schools wanted Alex, but he hated the idea of not having a bowl game to work toward. So he went to Utah, and if college coaches didnt think much of him, he didnt disagree. Alex just hoped to play, someday, and then worry about getting a real job after graduation. Maybe hed go to law school.
Being a professional athlete was just not something any of us really ever thought about, says Josh, Alexs older brother. We werent brought up in a family of anyone who played in the NFL, where youre pushing them and know all the secrets.
Alexs goals were always small and achievable. Friends and coaches call him humble. He prefers realistic. But by the time he was a junior, he had grown into his body, added strength and speed, and that brain the Ivy League coveted was making the most out of Urban Meyers spread offense.
Utah was a perfect 12-0 during Alexs junior year. He ranked second in the nation in passer rating and was a Heisman Trophy finalist joined by Bush, his old high school teammate.
Alex seems to have been the last one to know how good he was. He swears he only played one college game the 2005 Fiesta Bowl his last year at Utah knowing hed be in the NFL. And that was only because his brother had talked to some scouts.
Im being 100 percent honest about that, Alex says.
Alex graduated, his coach took the Florida job, and the NFL was offering lifetimes of wealth. He had no reason to come back to Utah but also had no way of being ready for the NFL.
He became the No. 1 pick before his 21st birthday. More reporters and photographers covered his first day of workouts with the 49ers than any but his last game at Utah.
As it turned out, football would be the least of Alex Smiths worries.
The news came late at night. And late-night news is hardly ever good news.
It was 2008, five years ago this month. Smiths fourth NFL training camp. Friends say theyd never seen him this focused before. Smiths pro career, to that point, had been terrible eight more losses than wins, 13 more interceptions than touchdowns. The sport that had been so good to Smith made him rich seemingly turned on him.
His shoulder had required surgery, and the pain, ominously, hadnt yet gone away. The fight for the 49ers starting quarterback job consumed him.
Then came the phone call. His best friend, a man he grew up with named David Edwards, was dead. Suicide. Smith had talked to Edwards the day before, but he hadnt returned a follow-up call. Smiths heart sank. His mind drifted.
Hands down, the best friend Ive ever had, he says. Not close, at that point. I have my brother, but he (Edwards) was literally like my brother. He was so close to everyone in my family.
But at the time, Im caught up in me and my shoulder and all this stuff and you cant help but think, What if Id paid a little more attention? What could I have done? I had no idea he was hurting like that. I just had no idea.
Football offered no escape. First, Smith lost the starting quarterback competition to J.T. OSullivan. Then, he learned why his shoulder was still hurting when, a few weeks into the season, it gave out on a deep pass in practice. The first surgery left a wire in his shoulder, which cut through the bone. He missed the entire season. More rehab.
He had never dealt with problems like this. Smith had lived a charmed life even before his football career. Two loving parents, a strong middle-class family that neighbors saw as close-knit.
But at some point, Smith began to develop some clarity. Hearing that your best friend killed himself forces you to realize the insignificance of being booed.
He wants to please everyone, like, I have to do everything right to be who I want to be, says Doug Smith, Alexs father. What it helped him realize is, A lot of what youre doing to yourself is (baloney). And dont do it. There are bigger things in life. Focus on that. Focus on the big things what you can control.
Nothing happens overnight, but certain events stick in the memory. For Smith, one of those events was a 2009 game against Andy Reids Eagles in Philadelphia. The 49ers fell behind and Smith started pressing. He threw three interceptions and heard a fan base blame him for the loss that followed.
That blowback was his turning point. Smith had spent five years trying to live up to his billing as the No. 1 pick. And for what? Was it helping?
That was a big moment for me, he says. Im not going to play like that anymore. Im going to play for me and not play for anyone else, except my teammates and the guys that matter. I was happier, and I played a lot better football.
That attitude would see him through his toughest moment as a player.
They kept waiting to see if Smith would crack. If he would blow up. Cuss someone out. Or, maybe he would become detached. Laze through a practice. Zone out during meetings.
Wouldve been understandable, of course. Smith was leading the NFL in passer rating last year when he suffered a concussion in week 10. You know the rest of the story. His backup, Colin Kaepernick, played well enough that 49ers coach Jim Harbaugh kept Smith on the bench, even when he regained his health. Kaepernick turned into a phenomenon, a record-breaking, long-striding, strong-armed problem for defenses, kissing his biceps after touchdowns.
Smith, meanwhile, held a clipboard. Wore a baseball hat. Waited. And, by all accounts, remained a good teammate.
I had two choices, right? he says. I can sit and bitch and be miserable and hate life or, you know, I can stick with it. I didnt know what was going to happen. Didnt know when I could play. It couldve been the next game, or the middle of the Super Bowl. And I knew if I was going to have that chance, I might be playing for my next team.
So I wasnt going to let it derail me. I felt like I was on a good path, and I didnt want that to knock me off.
Josh, the older brother, says no one in the family handled the challenge as well as Alex. Andre Dabbaghian, one of Alexs closest friends, remembers saying in November that the Chiefs were probably going to be looking for a new quarterback. But Smith reminded him that he would still be under contract with San Francisco.
Smith had so many good friends on the 49ers. Teammates with whom hed been through so much. Those guys went from a 10-loss season under Mike Singletary to 13 wins the next season with Harbaugh in 2011 within a special-teams fumble of the Super Bowl with Smith playing quarterback. He knew this was the best team hed ever played on, and he wasnt going to be the guy to make a stink and distract from the greater good.
I made myself felt in the building, he says. But its hard. Were winning games, making a run. I had a new role. I didnt like it, but I was going to take it on. I knew there would be another day, and to me, thats the thinking.
Was I pissed at coach Harbaugh? Yeah, absolutely. To say the least. But its a team game, and theres something special about that. The locker room is a special place I wasnt going to put myself above a team in the middle of a season.
So Smith became the leagues most overqualified backup quarterback. He was engaged in the quarterback meetings, helped Kaepernick where he could, helped other teammates during the week.
At the Super Bowl, he insisted to everyone who asked that he wasnt thinking about anything beyond what everyone figured would be his last game with San Francisco. Then, he watched from the sideline as Kaepernicks fourth-down pass fell incomplete in the end zone with fewer than 2 minutes left.
Smith hugged some teammates. Said some goodbyes. And, soon, he was reminded what his friend said back in November about the Chiefs needing a quarterback.
Alex Smith is smiling more. Friends notice that. It makes them smile, too. None of them expected this life for Alex, and even if they did they could not have expected this career twist.
He is a lifelong West Coaster making a new life in Kansas City because of a remarkable string of successes and failures, of achievements and disappointments. Those friends are proud of how hes come through it all.
Hes the same as hes always been, honestly, says Dabbaghian, his close friend. Thats pretty refreshing, when I think about it.
Maybe the ups and the downs of the last five years have helped. In Kansas City, Smith gets the chance that he feels was robbed from him in San Francisco. Hes the Chiefs starting quarterback. This is his team. This town is where his wife will live and, if everything goes according to plan, where his kids will go to school.
He gets going when he talks about Kansas City. Hes only been here a short time, but he knows enough to compliment the barbecue and the people. He and Reid have a unique simpatico that extends beyond their shared roots in Utah (Reid played at BYU). Both men are hypercompetitive and grateful for a fresh start in a new place. Smith and Reid have a longstanding mutual admiration. Thats part of why theyre both so happy to be here.
Smith says the thing hes most proud of in his football career is doing it differently. He was an overlooked recruit who became the No. 1 pick in the NFL Draft, and was labeled a bust before going 19-5 with a 95.1 passer rating the last two seasons.
The only team hed played for as a pro said he wasnt good enough. So hell have to do it differently, again.
You get a taste of playing in the playoffs and what thats like, and its a completely different world, Smith says. You get a taste in those meaningful games, you get that taste and you cant get it out. You want more. Thats what I want.
Smiths focus is clear. He is convinced that a Super Bowl championship was taken from him through a coaching decision. This will be in his heart and on his mind until he works his way back.
Yeah, he says. Without a doubt.