Before Jamal Adams feeds his appetite, he nourishes his brain.
When the New York Jets have a home game, he will leave the team hotel and stop by his apartment for a home-cooked breakfast on the way to the stadium, courtesy of his mother, Michele.
It’s a big part of his game-day routine. As she prepares the meal, Adams will sit nearby with his eyes focused on his tablet, studying video of the day’s opponent. As the stove heats up, so does Adams. He’s always looking for a tell, a hidden clue that might help him get to a receiver or running back a nanosecond faster than usual.