“Perfect. All the lines are straight, all the circles are round, everything is all lined up — what could go wrong?”
Troublesome words: “no plan survives contact with the enemy.”
We’re all running backs. The ball goes into motion, we get the hand off, and the plan — usually somebody else’s plan — immediately begins to degenerate. Where does that leave us? Running along the line of scrimmage looking for a hole. That’s it. See the light of day, run through the gap. That’s the formula. We’re going to get plastered, get back up, act like we know what’s going to happen next (we’ve memorized the playbook), and experience chaos all over again.
Love it, concussions and all.