Even in Barr’s pregame rituals, he gave it all. Quite literally.
Some players listen to a specific song. Some pray. Some (ahem, Harrison Smith) throw back a shot of hot sauce. And Barr? Well, Barr vomited.
Before every single game. Like clockwork.
He didn’t have to make himself, he assured, but it just always happened. Usually into a towel on the bench.
“I kind of liked to experience it,” Smith laughed. “I would go sit next to him. It was just his thing, so I’d get near him. He was getting amped up for the game.”
Added Kendricks: “Guys are quirky, they have rituals. We would all be waiting for that puke to make ourselves feel better about our routine, because it was part of our routine now.”
And then there was the time in London when Kendricks came running out before the game and grabbed a towel off the ground to wipe his face — not realizing it was the towel.
“I just remember tasting and smelling orange peel. And, like, little pieces of orange pulp were on my face as I ran out to play defense,” Kendricks recalled with a laugh, clearly no worse for wear.
“Yeahhh, I felt bad about that,” Barr says now. “But I mean, he probably should have known better.”