Two summers ago, Jake Delhomme and his father spent a stretch of a bayou summer in Breaux Bridge, La., pulling bricks off a small, old house. The heat soared into the 90's, the humidity as thick and wet as the bayou itself. Jake was moving his grandparents' house a quarter-mile down the road, so he and his wife, Keri, could refurbish it and live in it. People zipping by on the two-lane highway stared in disbelief. An N.F.L. quarterback and his father, sweating through their clothes, tore down the bricks by hand.
"It's funny," Delhomme said. "You get started doing it, and the next thing you know you've got a few friends see you and say, `I'll come help you.' And they do it. That's what I mean by a way of life.
That's how people are."
Jake Delhomme laughed at the memory. He was sitting a long way from that house — on some steps outside the Carolina Panthers' locker room in Charlotte, N.C., wolfing down a few slices of pizza, a quick break from the whirlwind that has made him the Panthers' improbable Super Bowl quarterback.
His face, still wide-eyed and boyish at 29, will be beamed around the world this week, as the world's media line up to hear his story in a Cajun accent. They will latch onto the underdog's tale, the guy from nowhere who made it big, built his career the way he moved that house, by hand, brick by brick.
Delhomme has never left Breaux Bridge, a place so special that none of his huge family — none of the 21 Delhomme grandchildren — has moved away. Delhomme moved the house his father had grown up in to a spot right next to his parents, Jerry and Marcia. It is a stone's throw from his brother, Jeff, next to the stables where the family trains thoroughbreds. The extended family can get together for any reason. If someone picks up a couple of sacks of crawfish, a Delhomme reunion is launched.
Jake Delhomme would live nowhere else.
"I think it's a magical place," he said.
The magic that has delivered Delhomme to the top of his sport started in Breaux Bridge, population 7,281 in the 2000 census, a wisp of a town two hours west of New Orleans. The three-block downtown has street signs written in French and English, homage to Cajuns' French-speaking roots.
In this small, quiet place, the ultimate underdog was born. Jake, youngest of the Delhomme grandchildren, always chased the older ones around. He would do anything to stay in their games. The challenges did not look so big when the alternative was being the only one left out.
He had enthusiasm and a belief that he could do anything, and people could not help but get swept up in it.
"I can remember Jake on the back of the sofa with a jockey helmet and a whip, pretending he was a jockey," Jerry said. "Or he'd be running around competing with Jeff in something."
The world saw Delhomme only after he left home. He had played college football a few miles away, at the university now called Louisiana, and he stuck for six seasons with the Saints, two hours down I-10. He could have stayed there, as the backup everyone loved, but the Saints kept bouncing him around, from the practice squad to the roster with two stops in N.F.L. Europe. He believed he could start, but the Saints never did.
With Delhomme a free agent last off-season, the Carolina Panthers saw something in him. They offered him a contract and told him he could compete for the starting job. He felt a few pangs, but he signed.
He broke the news to his hometown last spring at a Breaux Bridge Chamber of Commerce meeting, which usually draws about 50 people but swelled to 400 to hear him. He said he hoped everyone could support him. There was no question everyone would.
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New York Times
By LYNN ZINSER