From Michiana Chronicles:
Grandma watched the game through a chain link fence, sunk deep into a folding camp chair near the concession stand.
“Hit ‘em!” she shouted.
The offense was moving too freely, driving through the D line down after down. The tackling was terrible.
“Wrap ‘em up!”
But nobody did. A ground-and-pound clinic from the boys in silver just punching it up the gut against the boys in blue. Smashmouth football. Rock’em sock’em football. Blue had no answer.
To be fair, Blue’s defensive end was three-and-a-half footballs tall. Their interior line was pretty shrimpy, too. Silver had some dudes up front, and their running back was more than five footballs tall.
Grandma turned away from the game and into her smartphone. Continue (or listen) here....
-- Brett McNeil
