Helmets Do Not Expand With Heads
By OJ Wolfsmasher
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Table of Contents
First and Ten from the Washington 39
FIRST AND TEN 1
Late FFN Addendum/Disclaimer: In footnote #8, “lovingly cupping the larger man's buttocks” should read “lovingly cupping near the larger man's buttocks.” Sorry for the confusion this would have caused had I not added this note.
Mark stood with his facemask 2 mere inches from the neutral zone 3, trying his best to seem interested in the first play of this drive. Coach had called yet another handoff 4, the perpetually destined-to-fail “halfback off left tackle,” and he was lined up way on the right side of the field. His job was to look straight ahead and block the guy in front of him, who would only end up near ball carrier Dedrick Decker if Decker broke a big gain and cut way right. This was something which hardly ever happened and probably wouldn't this time, considering Decker's slow, plodding running style. Mark's mind was preoccupied, and he was trying not to betray this fact to anyone. He desperately wished the coach had called a pass play. There was a mere 2:15 left in the half 5, and he had not yet caught a pass.
He had been in NFL games like this before, ones where he was shut out in the first half. Usually, it was because they were using him as a decoy to free up other receivers – he was, after all, the undisputed #1 receiver on his team, and a threat to score every time he touched the ball (or so he thought his reputation stated; in truth, many scouts saw him as just an above-average NFL player who happened to be the best wide receiver on his team 6). This time, however, it had nothing to do with the game plan. For most of the day, Mark just couldn't get open. And the few times he did, his quarterback wasn't passing him the ball. It didn't occur to him to be annoyed by this until just now, as he was standing at the cusp of the neutral zone at his own 20-yard-line 7. This was not just another NFL game; this was the first game after he signed his big contract extension with Washington, the extension which made him one of the highest-paid wide-receivers in the league.