"Hey Andy, we need a 1-shot of Myles Garrett for this intro. He's jersey number 15"
"OK, got him. Tall, skinny, bearded guy, right?"
"Yea, that sounds right. Go with it."
LOL, Ricky-leaks.
This is as close as it gets in football to sending a guy on a suicide mission. Christian Kirk was going over the top at the Somme and Trayveon Williams was his completely ineffective artillery barrage.
Trevor Knight on this play looks like a villain who just sent two henchmen to try and take James Bond out one at a time. Colton prater got judo-chopped and Trayveon Williams went down with one punch. I expected him to eventually die by having a satellite land on him or something.
This is less than ideal: you have a play bottled up for a loss, and a running back responds by dragging your starting defensive tackle for a gain of like 5 yards.
I don't know what Speedy was thinking, casually jogging toward the oncoming defenders until this kid hit him in the brain stem with his own facemask. I feel like he learned a valuable lesson about having a sense of urgency, though. And here I thought that those hits they have in football movies never actually happen like that, silly me.
Putting a slick move on a defender, running for a substantial gain and then collapsing into a pile of knees and elbows is basically peak Trevor Knight.
OK, cross "Daylon Mack figured out the snap count" off your Aggie game BINGO card. All I was missing was "get torched by a wheel route" and I would have won. The free square was actually Gary Danielson calling him "Dylan Mack."
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