I missed my calling,,,

I should have been a football coach. Really. I would be the most bodacious defensive line coach in the history of defensive line coaches. My line would be tough. TOUGH. Hard as nails and meaner than a 16 year old girl deprived of chocolate who just found out her boyfriend cheated on her. MEAN. VICIOUS. My line could and would wrestle trains to a complete stop. YAC would be zero. There would be few completions,,I mean realistically it's very hard to defend against an amazing QB. When they are good,,there will be completions. That being said,,an amazing defensive line can more than even out the playing field. If the defense is quick enough and strong enough and mean enough and if they want it enough,,no one can beat them.

I like those hits that you can hear on the upper deck in DKR. The hits that make all 104,620 fans go,,,oooooohhhhhhhhhh. Blake Gideon had one last week. The "aren't you sorry they threw the ball to you?" kind of hit. I love those. Pick em up and put em down hits. I love a taunting defense. On the line just daring the offense to try and run. Snarling defensive lines. Pointing at the QB and looking him in the eye and daring him,,,yeah little boy,,you look like breakfast to me. Go on,,take the snap. Come on now,,snap the ball. I'm coming for YOU.

My defense would be very polite. We would always pick em up ,,AFTER we smacked em down. We would refer to the opposing players as Ma'am. Or Darlin. We would take a lesson from The Shawnee and count coup after each game. We would be monsters. We would be great.