OMAHA — Terence Crawford had just collected his winnings from a neighborhood dice game with his friends and hopped into the driver’s seat of his Brown ‘86 Cutlass Supreme to count the money.
As he was about to speed away, Crawford felt something hit him. It felt like a rock, but a bullet had entered his head, just above the nape of his neck. His friends had gang ties and their rivals had sprayed into the car with automatic weapons over a territorial claim.
Crawford (26-0, 18 KOs), USA TODAY/Boxing Junkie’s No. 8 pound-for-pound fighter, had been shot at many times before, but never hit. Now he was bleeding profusely, but collected himself and insisted he take the wheel en route to the hospital. After all, he trusted himself above anyone else to reach the medical center as quickly as possible. He was there about five hours, stitched up (he had to have his braids cut), then released. His life was saved when the rear windshield expanded the bullet.
At first, Crawford was bent on revenge, but came to his senses after talking with his…