TAMPA, Fla. — DeVonta Smith is out of breath. He’s sprawled on the ground with his back lying flat against the all-black turf and his head facing directly toward the bright spotlights affixed across the ceiling. Sweat stains are scattered all over his drenched T-shirt, and the veins running through his legs, arms, and neck are bulging. He’s gulping for air, his arms lifted, mouth wide open and his chest heaving up and down. There’s a sheer ferocity that comes with being a member of performance coach Yo Murphy’s “Breakfast Club.” It begins with a 4:30 a.m. alarm for Smith — this structure follo…
