Coach Taylor did me no favors yesterday.
After 30 years together, my wife has finally allowed me to teach her the rules of football. It’s been a great way to distract me from what has mostly been a forgettable season. Distracting in that for such an intelligent person she has had a ridiculously hard time absorbing some real basics. So it requires a lot of attention. But we’ve been making progress…
Then the 3rd quarter happened. And the 2 QB sets. “Wait, isn’t 8 the backup QB? Why is he lined up where the receiver is supposed to be? Can both 14 and 8 throw passes? Was 8 trying to throw to 14 on that play? Why did the big guy 67 catch it instead then? Wait, he wasn’t allowed to catch it? Then why did he?”
And don’t get me started on the flea flickers and on-side kicks. Coach you’re killin me!
After 30 years together, my wife has finally allowed me to teach her the rules of football. It’s been a great way to distract me from what has mostly been a forgettable season. Distracting in that for such an intelligent person she has had a ridiculously hard time absorbing some real basics. So it requires a lot of attention. But we’ve been making progress…
Then the 3rd quarter happened. And the 2 QB sets. “Wait, isn’t 8 the backup QB? Why is he lined up where the receiver is supposed to be? Can both 14 and 8 throw passes? Was 8 trying to throw to 14 on that play? Why did the big guy 67 catch it instead then? Wait, he wasn’t allowed to catch it? Then why did he?”
And don’t get me started on the flea flickers and on-side kicks. Coach you’re killin me!
