By By Seth Wickersham

Monday, December 9, 2002

He's a continuous ooh-wee. He'll tell you it's his 15 minutes, that he's put himself on blast, that every step is a moment of ecstasy because he can turn his body, his specimen, into any instrument he needs. He's gigging it on Sundays like never before, exploding like C4, and when he looks at where his career is headed, he'll tell you he sees heavens where others merely see skies. "Are you feeling me?" Simeon Rice asks. "No, are you really feeling me?" Well, yes, sort of -- we're trying our ...

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