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Matchday 1 — vs Kansas City Burnt-Ends

17-20 (L)

Incomplete. Mekhi Becton breaks it up on third down, and the punt unit starts to jog on. Sack number, oh, does it even matter now? Jack Conklin gets there AGAIN, and their right tackle is still looking for his helmet. Clean snap, laces out, and the kick is pure. Kansas City Burnt-Ends is on the board, and there is nothing to complain about there -- that was textbook.

Jimmy Garoppolo sees the yellow, points downfield and takes the shot anyway. Nothing to lose on a free play. He is going DEEP! Jimmy Garoppolo launches it forty-five yards downfield and Josh Reynolds runs under it in stride at the 20!

A false start backs them up five yards and it does not matter one bit. Good from forty-two, and Kansas City Burnt-Ends stretches the lead.

Five-man pressure with a late twist inside, and nobody passes off the delayed linebacker. That one is not on Jimmy Garoppolo -- that is a protection call gone wrong. Look at the alignment -- the personal protector shifts, their return team turns and leaks upfield, and Mekhi Becton has Jonnu Smith running free off the edge for an easy 14. Play action out of a heavy set pulls both linebackers downhill. Jonnu Smith leaks out on the backside and there is not a defender within eight yards of him. Somewhere on that sideline a coordinator is doing arithmetic nobody ever wants to do, all because James Daniels clanged the easiest kick in football.

Third and 6, they wanted the hot route. Antonio Gibson takes it away, the throw is late, and the ball falls incomplete. Pure technique breakdown: Jimmy Garoppolo never got his head around, and in this league that is a guaranteed thirty-yard donation.

Second quarter gone. Reggie Gilliam glances at the stat sheet a staffer offers and hands it right back. Intel: Reggie Gilliam traded a game-worn jersey to an Kansas City Burnt-Ends player for a pair of cleats. Still thinks he won it. And now, our halftime TV game show Password Forgotten! To win a filing cabinet with the key locked inside it, text BLITZ to 555-2175 and answer this question: 'What is the secret word that makes a punt travel farther?' Second half. The sideline heaters are glowing and the intensity is back up.

Antonio Gibson lost the deep third, panicked at the catch point and got his hand in early. That is a spot foul every single week. Second time in three drives. Kansas City Burnt-Ends punches it in from the two and our front seven is standing there with hands on knees.

Nowhere to go. Jonnu Smith plugs the hole and that running back is swallowed up for no gain. Loss of six and a change of possession. Curtis Samuel with the strip-sack, and our offense takes over just past midfield. Two enormous men in open space and nobody in the secondary wants any part of it. Curtis Samuel just turned a pressure look into a chunk play.

Jimmy Garoppolo pulled the emergency brake with the front wheel already off the cliff. Expensive, sure, but the bus is still on the road. The edge is GONE and Jimmy Garoppolo is through it! That is a defensive front getting moved off the ball on national television! The punt team already had one foot on the field. Jimmy Garoppolo sends them back to the bench with three points instead.

Ball tucked, Jimmy Garoppolo drops into a three-point stance facing the Kansas City Burnt-Ends bench and holds it. Just holds it. Their entire sideline is on the white line yelling. Josh Reynolds hauls him up by the belt and steers him away before the yellow comes out, and the crowd boos the peacemaking.

Erased. James Daniels has travelled with their number one all afternoon and that man has not seen a football since the coin toss. Here is the design: the tackle occupies both interior blockers and Kevin Zeitler loops into a completely clean A-gap. Drawn up on Wednesday, cashed in on Sunday.

This one is on the headsets, not the player. Josh Reynolds was sent out for a package that got waved off two seconds too late. Back shoulder fade at the pylon, and Kansas City Burnt-Ends comes down with it over a defender who had inside leverage and nothing behind him. Perfectly placed, and this one is on us.

TOUCHDOWN! Jimmy Garoppolo puts it on a rope and Jonnu Smith squeezes it in with a defender draped all over his back! GOT HIM! Their linebacker meets Josh Reynolds in the hole and the two-point try dies right there on the stripe. They warned both sidelines at the coin toss. Jonnu Smith knows the rule, the league mails a video about it every August, and he does it anyway.

Jonnu Smith mimes an enormous phone call from behind the goalpost, pointing at the ball, nodding seriously, holding up one finger to ask the crowd for quiet. Nobody quiets. He says a few words into his hand and hangs up. Curtis Samuel takes the imaginary phone next and gets flagged for a call that lasted too long.

Ten yards, one bounce, and Reggie Gilliam times the hop perfectly. He cannot touch it early, so he waits half a beat and then attacks it. Reggie Gilliam widens his base, shields the defender with his frame without ever putting a hand on him, and takes the football at its highest point. Some receivers just operate at a different altitude.

Jonnu Smith walks past the film room and refuses to look in. Taylor Decker looks in and keeps walking anyway. And here is the answer to our game show Password Forgotten! Clifton Ray Hardaway of Twin Chimneys, Virginia, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'What is the secret word that makes a punt travel farther?' The answer was of course gently, whispered twice, and it does not work. Clifton Ray therefore wins a filing cabinet with the key locked inside it! Between quarters I attempted a wall sit behind the monitors. My producer now believes I am unwell. Thanks for the company. Coming up: 'The Amazing Race: Getting to Gate B47 in Nine Minutes.'

Matchday 2 — vs Miami Champagne-Corks

23-12 (W)

Draw play, and the rush runs itself right past Reggie Gilliam. That call was in the game plan for exactly this front. There is a man out there getting paid a fortune to ruin quarterbacks, and Reggie Gilliam has quietly turned him into a jogger. THAT IS GOOD, AND IT WAS NEVER ANYTHING ELSE! Reggie Gilliam from 29 and that ball never wobbles once.

Ball tucked, Reggie Gilliam drops into a three-point stance facing the Miami Champagne-Corks bench and holds it. Just holds it. Their entire sideline is on the white line yelling. Jimmy Garoppolo hauls him up by the belt and steers him away before the yellow comes out, and the crowd boos the peacemaking.

Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. Jonnu Smith wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan.

Perfect technique from Mekhi Becton -- he plays the ball, not the man, and there is not a flag anywhere on this field. This place is SHAKING! Josh Reynolds has been living in that backfield all night and every soul in here knows it! We held them out of the end zone and it still costs us. Three for Miami Champagne-Corks, because the scoreboard does not hand out credit for good defense.

That is a coverage disguise and a half. Jack Conklin shows two-high, spins down into the flat, and the opposing quarterback throws it right to him. Jack Conklin catches that the way you catch a can somebody tosses across a room -- casual, one hand, no ceremony, except a cornerback is hanging off his hip. Jack Conklin strikes it, both arms go straight up behind the goalposts, and this crowd gets the three points it came down here for.

Jack Conklin walks to the back line of the end zone, turns his back on the entire stadium, folds his arms across his chest and falls straight backward. Six men get there in time. Two of them were not looking. He lands a solid foot lower than he should have and comes up laughing too hard to stand up straight.

Kevin Zeitler hit that pile like a dropped anchor, and the entire run game stopped moving right there. It is up, and it is through. Three more for Miami Champagne-Corks, and a two-possession game feels a whole lot different than a one-possession game.

The horn sounds on the second quarter. Jimmy Garoppolo pulls the helmet off before he even reaches the sideline. Did you know? Jimmy Garoppolo has never watched a single replay of his own rookie season. Not one snap. And now, our halftime TV game show Legends of the Hidden Tarp! To win a stadium tarp folded by a man who has since retired and moved away, text BLITZ to 555-0186 and answer this question: 'What is underneath the tarp in the corner of the end zone?' Both teams are back out of the tunnel. Second half, here we go.

Watch this -- Jimmy Garoppolo sees the safety creeping down, kills the run, and checks into a protection that picks the blitz up clean. PANCAKE! Jimmy Garoppolo puts his man flat on his back and Reggie Gilliam runs straight through the crater! The drive dies at the 12, but Reggie Gilliam makes sure it was not a wasted trip down the field.

Taylor Decker met that running back in a phone booth, and there was only ever room for one of them. BOOM! Taylor Decker comes off the edge untouched and puts the opposing quarterback in the dirt for a loss of nine! Fifty-one yards and it is good with room to spare. Miami Champagne-Corks takes the lead back, and their kicker just woke that whole sideline up.

Fumble at the twenty-eight. Jonnu Smith beats three men to the football, secures it and gets in untouched. Defensive touchdown. Two-point attempt: Curtis Samuel in from the two. It is good.

A conga line forms out of nowhere: Jonnu Smith at the front, Mekhi Becton on his hips, and by the end of the end zone there are nine men in it including a trainer who should absolutely know better. It snakes past the goalpost and back. The head coach is on the sideline with both hands over his face, laughing.

Watch the footwork -- three steps and Jimmy Garoppolo is already releasing. You cannot blitz a quarterback who knows where he is going before the ball is snapped. There is the CREASE! Jonnu Smith bounces off the seal and gets all the way to the numbers before the safety can close! Jonnu Smith treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

Interception, Mekhi Becton, at the 40. Our offense comes back out with a short field and a live crowd. Everything about this run is decided before contact. The fullback kicks out the force defender and Mekhi Becton only has to stay patient for one beat. No wind, no pressure off the edge, no doubt from Mekhi Becton. Down the middle from 36.

The whole squad drops into a huddle in the end zone, heads down, hands in, and holds it silently while the crowd waits. Then they break upward all at once with a roar and the ball goes straight up in the air. Mekhi Becton is in the middle of it with his helmet off. Somebody's mouthguard lands twenty yards away and nobody goes and gets it.

Nobody else within fifteen yards. James Daniels with the open-field stop, and that is a five-yard gain instead of a house call. James Daniels has both arms up asking for more, and this building is answering. The opposing quarterback cannot get a cadence out of his mouth.

Second and long just got worse. Jack Conklin with the sack, seven yards back, and the chains are a memory. Press at the line, hip to hip down the numbers -- Jack Conklin takes the release away and the throw never leaves the quarterback's hand. Third and fourteen killed the drive, and the kicker finishes what the offense could not. Miami Champagne-Corks adds three and this becomes a chess match.

Jack Conklin and Curtis Samuel pour water over Antonio Gibson, who was not paying attention and is now extremely awake. And here is the answer to our game Legends of the Hidden Tarp! Odis Pennebaker of Tarpaulin, Mississippi, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'What is underneath the tarp in the corner of the end zone?' The answer was of course another tarp, and beneath that a folding table from 1971. Odis takes home a stadium tarp folded by a man who has since retired and moved away! I have not felt my toes since the thirty-minute mark. I will report back in the spring. And now, a brand new episode of 'Assembling Furniture Without the Instructions.' Good night, everybody.

Matchday 3 — vs Cleveland Blank-Helmets

51-24 (W)

This building was ready to erupt and instead it just exhales. Jimmy Garoppolo misses high over the middle and the sticks stay exactly where they were. Curtis Samuel spends all afternoon kicking, and then puts more touch on that throw than anybody has managed all quarter. HE IS IN! Jonnu Smith takes the handoff, finds the crease in the B-gap and finishes it standing straight up! NO GOOD?! THE EXTRA POINT?! Kevin Zeitler pushes it and this stadium has no idea what it just watched.

The hands tell the whole story -- Antonio Gibson chops, rips underneath the outside shoulder, and the pocket collapses from the top down. Freeze it at the stem -- Antonio Gibson does not bite on the double move, keeps his eyes on the hip, and turns to run before the receiver does. Our rush gets a hand up and misses by six inches. It is good anyway. Three for Cleveland Blank-Helmets, and the block unit walks off shaking their heads.

Kevin Zeitler passes off the stunt cleanly, the pocket holds its shape, and the football goes out on time. The ball Kevin Zeitler put up there stayed airborne so long the concession lines had time to move. Credit the design here: two receivers crack the safeties, Jimmy Garoppolo throws it on rhythm, and Jonnu Smith catches the ball with a convoy already in front of him. Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Taylor Decker hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

Jonnu Smith mimes an enormous phone call from behind the goalpost, pointing at the ball, nodding seriously, holding up one finger to ask the crowd for quiet. Nobody quiets. He says a few words into his hand and hangs up. Jimmy Garoppolo takes the imaginary phone next and gets flagged for a call that lasted too long.

Nothing downfield, so Jimmy Garoppolo takes the safe money and drops it to the back in the flat. Six yards is not a headline, but it is a manageable third down. Double team up to the linebacker, Antonio Gibson climbs to the second level, and the running back has not been touched behind the line all half. That football hung up there long enough for the whole stadium to do the math, and Antonio Gibson was the only man in the building who got the answer right. The 33-yard extra point stopped being free a long time ago, but Reggie Gilliam still treats it like it is. Right down the pipe.

HE GOT A PIECE OF IT! Taylor Decker arrives with the football, and their receiver is still asking for a flag that is never coming! Run the tape back on the substitution: Jimmy Garoppolo steps in, the call changes, and nobody waves him back. That is the whole penalty in one clip. Field position, then penalties, then the score. Cleveland Blank-Helmets has taken this game away from us one small mistake at a time.

Halftime. Josh Reynolds has a headset on, listening to the booth break down the third-down calls. Anecdote: the locker room fined Josh Reynolds for singing along to a halftime show. Out loud. On camera. And now, our halftime TV game show Love Connection, Rural Route Two! To win a candlelit dinner for two at a gas station with a deli counter, text BLITZ to 555-2263 and answer this question: 'Is it romantic to explain the offside rule on a first date?' The kicking team lines up. Ball spotted, whistle pending, and we are seconds from football again.

Somebody is going to sit through that clip in a defensive backs meeting on Wednesday, and Antonio Gibson will not be the one squirming. Duo concept, double team on the nose, and the backside linebacker gets washed all the way out. Antonio Gibson runs into a hole that three of his teammates built for him. Kevin Zeitler converts. Seven points on the drive.

Empty backfield, single high, and Jimmy Garoppolo rips it into the window before the mike linebacker can open his hips. Efficient and a little mean. Off tackle it is, the tight end seals the edge, and Curtis Samuel is into the second level untouched! Clean snap, laces away, and Curtis Samuel does exactly what he has done all season from that range. The hold was perfect and he rewarded it.

The whole defensive unit has run the length of the field for this and arrives in two facing lines, arms raised into a tunnel. Curtis Samuel has to walk all of it, shaking every single hand, like a man leaving his own wedding. It takes eleven seconds. The play clock is running and the officials are shouting and every one of those handshakes is worth it.

Six for Cleveland Blank-Helmets. Nobody carried the crosser, and that was a walk-in from twelve yards out.

Jimmy Garoppolo read that front like a menu and ordered the one thing the kitchen could not refuse. Look at the break -- Jonnu Smith drops his weight at fifteen and comes out of it dead flat, and Jimmy Garoppolo already has the football in the air before his man turns his head. The throw was a rounding error. Everything after it belonged to Jonnu Smith, who turned a checkdown into a highlight tape. Jimmy Garoppolo jogs on, kicks it through, jogs off. If you blinked you missed the whole thing, and that is exactly the idea.

Officials, coaches, equipment staff, everybody is out there trying to pry this apart, and Josh Reynolds is being dragged backwards by the jersey. And the flag gets picked up. Cleveland Blank-Helmets keeps the touchdown, our sideline is screaming at the officials, and the scoreboard does not care one bit.

Antonio Gibson reads the low tackle attempt and steps right over the top of it. Feet clean, ball secure, no interruption in the stride. It sounded like a car door slamming. Antonio Gibson watches the ball skip sideways along the turf while the block unit sprints the other way.

The rusher came in high with the crown, Jimmy Garoppolo had already let it go, and the officials called it exactly the way the rulebook is written. Completion underneath from Jimmy Garoppolo to Curtis Samuel, wrapped up after the catch, and the offense hustles back to the line. Watch the safety bite on the run fake -- that is all Jimmy Garoppolo needed. One high look, one window, Curtis Samuel sitting down in the back of the end zone. Through the uprights! Josh Reynolds adds the point after and the lead grows by one.

Up onto the padded barrier in front of the first row, both feet off the turf, and Curtis Samuel vanishes into a crush of jerseys and spilled beer. Two fans have him by the shoulder pads and are not letting go. He drops back onto the grass with somebody's foam finger and no idea whose it is. The Cleveland Blank-Helmets sideline watches this with the expression of men attending a funeral.

Jonnu Smith stems inside, snaps it back out, and the ball is ALREADY there. Twelve yards, and he catches it with both feet in the end zone. Jimmy Garoppolo taps the point after through and this one is academic. Seven on the board. The head coach has both hands on top of his hat. Fifteen yards on Jonnu Smith, and this whole sideline knows exactly what that costs.

Jonnu Smith gives it to Curtis Samuel on the fly, and their corner is caught peeking into the backfield. Nine free yards. This is the least glamorous football on the planet and it wins games. Curtis Samuel into the interior for two, and another forty seconds disappear off the top. That is CRUEL football! They sold pass, the linebackers bailed to their landmarks, and Curtis Samuel was fifteen yards downfield before anybody turned around!

Jimmy Garoppolo and Josh Reynolds start a chant. Six people join. By the time they reach the tunnel it is the whole stadium. And here is the answer to our game show Love Connection, Rural Route Two! Marlene Cuthbertson of Sweetgum Landing, Alabama, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'Is it romantic to explain the offside rule on a first date?' The answer was of course no, and she meant the soccer one, which makes it worse. Marlene therefore wins a candlelit dinner for two at a gas station with a deli counter! Meanwhile, up here, I knocked my stat sheet off the desk in the second quarter and never saw it again. Good night, everyone. Next: 'Hell's Kitchen: Making Toast for Twelve People With One Toaster.'

Matchday 4 — vs New Orleans Bag-Heads

28-12 (W)

He played the eyes the entire way. Taylor Decker never looked at the receiver -- he broke on the shoulder turn and the football came to him. Terrific decision by Taylor Decker, ball right into the frame of Jonnu Smith, and one hard step later he is standing in front of his own bench. This was a numbers game and the offense won it before the snap: an extra hat at the point of attack and Jonnu Smith untouched from eleven yards out. The loneliest job in football is the one where making it earns you nothing, and Taylor Decker just made it again.

Jonnu Smith tucks the ball under his jersey, cradles the bump, and rocks it gently while walking the length of the end zone. Kevin Zeitler follows with a hand on his back like a very concerned husband. The New Orleans Bag-Heads sideline is not amused. The referee already has the flag out of his belt.

Loss of four. James Daniels makes the stop, the chains do not move, and their sideline is already talking about field goal range. Right down the middle from thirty-four. New Orleans Bag-Heads caps a twelve-play march with three, and eight minutes came off that clock with it.

Most defenders in that spot at least get a hand on a jersey. Antonio Gibson never let him get close enough to reach for one. Third and one and they keep it on the ground. Antonio Gibson slides off the double team and stretches the football over the goal line. Reggie Gilliam works so fast that the crowd is still chanting about the touchdown when the football is already through.

Antonio Gibson reels Reggie Gilliam on an invisible fishing line, hand over hand, straining at the weight. Reggie Gilliam flops toward him across the end zone like something landed on a dock. The bench is doubled over. The referee waits with his hands on his hips like a man late for something.

Three-step drop, hitch route, and Antonio Gibson was sitting on it the whole quarter. He has been baiting that throw since the opening series. One hand, and the wrong hand at that. Antonio Gibson takes that football with the off hand, twelve feet in the air, with his momentum carrying him away from the throw. Watch the plant foot -- Antonio Gibson puts it right beside the ball, no lean, no hook. Inside 40 that is a rehearsed motion, not a kick.

Antonio Gibson drops flat on his back in the end zone and makes a snow angel in turf that has never seen snow. Mekhi Becton lies down beside him and does the same. Two men making angels in green rubber pellets while a defensive coordinator on the other sideline throws his headset into the ground.

He was beaten by a full step and it did not matter. Jack Conklin recovers, finds the ball late, and rakes it out at the catch point. Third and 8, empty backfield, and Jimmy Garoppolo takes him down before the route concept ever develops. Punt team. That is the third field goal of the day for New Orleans Bag-Heads. All those red zone stops, and we are still staring at nine points from a kicker.

In from the cold. Antonio Gibson has turf pellets packed into every seam of that uniform. Did you know Antonio Gibson keeps a photo of his high school band section taped inside the locker? And now, our halftime TV game show The Newlywed Tailgate Game! To win a scrapbook of every argument ever settled by instant replay, text BLITZ to 555-0246 and answer this question: 'How long has that couple in row twelve been arguing about the same fumble?' The players stream back onto the field. The third quarter begins right now.

Taylor Decker folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. Pinned inside the one after that punt, they never got a chance to breathe. Taylor Decker makes the tackle in the end zone. Two on the board.

Taylor Decker hurdles a downed defender on the way in, and once he is over the line he turns around and hurdles Jimmy Garoppolo for good measure. Jimmy Garoppolo was not warned. He was crouching to tie a shoe. This is on every highlight package in the country and it is not even the touchdown that is the story.

Back-shoulder, and Kevin Zeitler smells it coming. He plants, opens the hips, and knocks it away in the corner of the end zone. Splits the uprights. New Orleans Bag-Heads settles for three, and we will take that trade every single time after where that drive started.

OH, THAT IS A GIFT AND HE UNWRAPPED IT! Mekhi Becton with the pick, and the whole sideline is coming over the bench! Watching a 320-pound man run sideways at full speed and arrive exactly on time is one of the great sights in this sport, and Mekhi Becton has done it twice on this drive. You can hear the strike all the way up in the press box, and Reggie Gilliam watches his own football still climbing as it passes the 20.

Fifty-five seconds, no huddle, and Jimmy Garoppolo already has this offense at the thirty. Second and 7, Jimmy Garoppolo catches the snap in the gun and fires the quick game out to Jonnu Smith for a gain of six. Chains keep crawling.

THEY OWN THE LINE OF SCRIMMAGE! James Daniels is driving grown men three yards downfield on every single snap! James Daniels keeps his eyes locked on the football and lets his feet do the arithmetic on their own. Jimmy Garoppolo could not have found a smaller window. Fourth and 6 at the 15, field goal unit on, James Daniels converts from 33. Three points.

James Daniels reels Taylor Decker on an invisible fishing line, hand over hand, straining at the weight. Taylor Decker flops toward him across the end zone like something landed on a dock. The bench is doubled over. The referee waits with his hands on his hips like a man late for something.

Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. Kevin Zeitler wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan. THEY CANNOT FIND HIM! Kevin Zeitler is in his back pocket and their quarterback has come off him to the checkdown four straight snaps! We held them out of the end zone and it still costs us. Three for New Orleans Bag-Heads, because the scoreboard does not hand out credit for good defense.

Pre-snap ownership. Jimmy Garoppolo counted six in the box, slid the line to the left, and turned a bad call into a good one before a single man moved. That defender went down like a stack of empty crates, and Jimmy Garoppolo never so much as broke stride. Reggie Gilliam treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

Reggie Gilliam reels Josh Reynolds on an invisible fishing line, hand over hand, straining at the weight. Josh Reynolds flops toward him across the end zone like something landed on a dock. The bench is doubled over. The referee waits with his hands on his hips like a man late for something.

Second and 8, heavy personnel, Reggie Gilliam for three. The play clock is the real weapon in this offense right now. Speed to the perimeter is the entire idea here, and Reggie Gilliam has more of it than the linebacker chasing him. That race was over at the snap.

Taylor Decker bear-hugs the entire offensive line one at a time. It takes a while. Kevin Zeitler waits his turn. And here is the answer to our game The Newlywed Tailgate Game! Wilma Jean Scroggins of Ditch Water, Oklahoma, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'How long has that couple in row twelve been arguing about the same fumble?' The answer was of course nineteen years, and the fumble did not even happen in this stadium. Wilma Jean takes home a scrapbook of every argument ever settled by instant replay! My spotter fell asleep somewhere around the two-minute warning. I let him sleep. He earned it. Thank you and good night. Coming up: 'Building Off the Grid: An Extension Cord Run Out to the Shed.'

Matchday 5 — vs Minnesota Silver-Horns

39-28 (W)

Neutral zone infraction on the defense, five yards. Jimmy Garoppolo never had to snap it. Single high safety cheating down into the run fit. One receiver, one corner, nobody behind them: Jimmy Garoppolo wins by two steps and the rest is a track meet. The 33-yard extra point stopped being free a long time ago, but James Daniels still treats it like it is. Right down the pipe.

Antonio Gibson gets hauled out of the middle of it along with a body from the other side. The flags offset, the consequences do not. The chains kept moving and nothing we tried slowed it down. Fourteen plays, seven minutes off the clock, and Minnesota Silver-Horns finishes the drive with six.

They will keep handing it to Reggie Gilliam until that goal line moves. Two yards this time, and everybody in the building knows what is coming next. Give it to him twenty-two times and this is what you get. Reggie Gilliam punished that front all afternoon and cashed it in from six yards out. What a finish. Jonnu Smith jogs on, kicks it through, jogs off. If you blinked you missed the whole thing, and that is exactly the idea.

Nine route from the boundary against off coverage. Josh Reynolds eats the cushion, stacks the corner, and the football drops over his outside shoulder. Fifty-three yards, touchdown. Official review. The Jack Conklin play. Both coordinators are out on the numbers with their call sheets rolled up in a fist. Nothing on the scoreboard changes, nobody in here ever stopped celebrating, and the extra point unit is already lined up. Six for Jack Conklin. Jack Conklin works so fast that the crowd is still chanting about the touchdown when the football is already through.

Third quarter, twenty-first carry, and Antonio Gibson is still falling forward at the end of every single one of them. Out come the chains, they stretch it tight... FIRST DOWN by the nose of the football! Antonio Gibson got there! Hands inside, hips under, drive through. Antonio Gibson wins the leverage battle at the snap and that defensive tackle is now a spectator on the turf.

Second quarter over. Jonnu Smith walks with the eye black smeared halfway to his ear. The dance team is out in a formation that spells something. From this camera angle it spells nothing. And now, our halftime TV game show Truth or Pass Interference! To win a penalty flag that has been washed one time with a red sock, text BLITZ to 555-0398 and answer this question: 'What is the penalty for illegal use of enthusiasm?' The kicker sets up alone on his 35 while the coverage unit waits down on the far 40. The stadium counts him down.

James Daniels folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. A stop was one snap away, and now James Daniels has handed the other sideline field position it did nothing to earn. Minnesota Silver-Horns goes deep on third and long and our safety arrives about a half second late. Fifty-two yards, and you can hear the concourse from here.

You want to know why this offense looks unbothered tonight? Watch Kevin Zeitler on every single snap. Nobody is getting home. That is vision. The front seven overflows, the backside gap opens for half a second, and Kevin Zeitler is already standing in it. Kevin Zeitler treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

Fourth and 4, they go to their number one, and Antonio Gibson says absolutely not. Ball on the ground, ball back to us. Hear that? Jimmy Garoppolo gets home in two seconds flat, and now they have to hand us the football on a free kick from their own twenty!

Jimmy Garoppolo mimes putting the entire Minnesota Silver-Horns secondary to sleep, hands folded against his cheek, eyes closed, swaying gently. Their corner is in his face immediately. Jimmy Garoppolo does not open his eyes. Curtis Samuel arrives at a full sprint and physically removes him from the situation.

He is UNBLOCKABLE right now! James Daniels is in the backfield again and their offensive coordinator just slammed the call sheet down! Count them up, there are TWELVE out there! James Daniels never got the signal to come off, and that is five yards! Ohhh, that one hurts. Minnesota Silver-Horns runs the same counter they have run all afternoon, the backside end crashes again, and it is a touchdown.

Jimmy Garoppolo put that football on the white paint, which is the football version of hanging up before a meeting runs long. Sweep to the left, Josh Reynolds for eleven, out of bounds at the thirty-eight. Jimmy Garoppolo pumps, the linebacker jumps, and Josh Reynolds is WIDE OPEN in the back corner! Easiest six points anybody scores today! Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Curtis Samuel hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

Josh Reynolds looks down at his empty hands and starts a frantic search of the end zone -- on his knees, patting the turf, checking under the pylon. The ball is tucked into the back of his own jersey and has been the entire time. James Daniels joins the search with total commitment and finds nothing. When Josh Reynolds finally reaches around and produces it, he holds it over his head like a man who has recovered a lost dog.

Facemask on the defense. Fifteen yards tacked onto the end of the run by Reggie Gilliam. He SOLD IT! Reggie Gilliam lets it rip and Josh Reynolds is running into open grass at the 30! Oh, he is a MATCHUP PROBLEM! Jimmy Garoppolo throws it up where only his guy can reach it and Josh Reynolds snatches it away from a man who gave up four inches! Ninety-something percent of these go through in this league. Jonnu Smith just found the other bucket, and the one-point margin is now live.

Screen pass, one missed tackle at the thirty, and Minnesota Silver-Horns is gone. That is a fundamentals problem, and the fundamentals are ours to fix.

Josh Reynolds sells the mesh and lets it go flat, and the entire defensive front is running the wrong direction. They have one timeout left and Jonnu Smith is forcing them to spend it. Nothing outside the numbers, nothing near the boundary, nothing that stops that clock. Third and long, draw to Jonnu Smith, gain of fourteen. They will take that every single time.

Jonnu Smith hugs the equipment manager, the head trainer, and a man holding a clipboard that nobody recognizes. And here is the answer to our game Truth or Pass Interference! Bernice Twaddle of Elbow Grease, Minnesota, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'What is the penalty for illegal use of enthusiasm?' The answer was of course five yards, and everybody involved has to sit down for a minute. Bernice takes home a penalty flag that has been washed one time with a red sock! My evening in summary: talk, drink coffee, talk louder, spill the coffee, keep talking straight through it. Good night, folks. Coming up: 'Hoarders: The Kitchen Drawer.' Viewers have described it as confronting.

Matchday 6 — vs Denver Orange-Barrels

33-25 (W)

BLOWN UP IN THE BACKFIELD! Jack Conklin shoots the A-gap and drops him four yards behind the line of scrimmage! The hands tell the whole story -- Jack Conklin chops, rips underneath the outside shoulder, and the pocket collapses from the top down. We held them out of the end zone and it still costs us. Three for Denver Orange-Barrels, because the scoreboard does not hand out credit for good defense.

They wanted the seam. Reggie Gilliam took the seam, took the football, and took eleven yards back the other way before the whistle. Reggie Gilliam follows that block the way a car follows a snowplow. Somebody else clears it, he just keeps his foot down. Clean snap, laces away, and Reggie Gilliam does exactly what he has done all season from that range. The hold was perfect and he rewarded it.

A false start backs them up five yards and it does not matter one bit. Good from forty-two, and Denver Orange-Barrels stretches the lead.

Third and 8 with 1:12 showing, Jimmy Garoppolo hits the out route and the receiver steps out at the 41. Clock stopped, timeouts intact. Josh Reynolds jukes at the twenty-five, picks up eleven more, brought down at the fourteen. Josh Reynolds gets every bit of that ball, and the trajectory tells you at the 30 that it is going to clear with room to spare.

Two linemen plant themselves on the goal line with their arms straight up as uprights, and Kevin Zeitler snaps the ball back through his legs. Josh Reynolds kicks it clean between them and holds the follow-through, one leg up, chin high. The actual kicker is twenty yards away with his actual holder, waiting to do this for real. Both officials signal the imaginary kick good before they can stop themselves.

And the catch itself is the hard part -- Taylor Decker takes it at full extension with his back to the quarterback and never breaks stride. Most defenders in this league bat that down and call it a good play. Through the uprights! Jack Conklin adds the point after and the lead grows by one.

Taylor Decker spikes the ball so hard it comes off the turf and clears the crossbar behind him. He watches it go, arms out, genuinely surprised at himself. Josh Reynolds sprints past and dives headfirst into the end zone paint for no reason at all. The stadium is a wall of noise before anybody remembers there is an extra point to kick.

Second quarter over. Josh Reynolds takes the marker and adds two lines to the coach's diagram. Fun fact: Josh Reynolds's cousin plays sousaphone in that band. Either way, he is going to hear about it tonight. And now, our halftime TV game show Garage Raiders! To win the entire contents of a stranger's garage, delivered at dawn, text BLITZ to 555-2308 and answer this question: 'What does every garage workbench drawer in America have in common?' Second half! The stadium is on its feet and the coverage unit is bouncing.

NO SIR! Jonnu Smith gets a hand in at the last possible instant and that football hits the turf! Taylor Decker folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. Right down the middle from thirty-four. Denver Orange-Barrels caps a twelve-play march with three, and eight minutes came off that clock with it.

Games get won right here, in the two feet of grass on either side of the football. And tonight Mekhi Becton is the reason this offense can do whatever it feels like. That is a jump ball won by wingspan and by sheer stubbornness, and Mekhi Becton has an unfair amount of both. Everybody in the building tracks the flight, nobody breathes, and then Mekhi Becton hears the roar behind him. Good from 52.

Quick out, Josh Reynolds catches it at his own forty-five, breaks the arm tackle and outruns the angle. Fifty-five yard touchdown on a throw that traveled four. Taylor Decker looks at the holder, the holder looks at the grass, and neither of them has one useful thing to offer the other. Flag on Josh Reynolds. Unsportsmanlike conduct, 15 yards, enforced from the succeeding spot.

Josh Reynolds mimes putting the entire Denver Orange-Barrels secondary to sleep, hands folded against his cheek, eyes closed, swaying gently. Their corner is in his face immediately. Josh Reynolds does not open his eyes. Curtis Samuel arrives at a full sprint and physically removes him from the situation.

That is a violent arrival. James Daniels gets there at the same instant as the football and the receiver hears every bit of it -- they will not be throwing many more his way tonight. Clean snap, laces out, and the kick is pure. Denver Orange-Barrels is on the board, and there is nothing to complain about there -- that was textbook.

Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. James Daniels wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan. This is field position turning itself into offense. Backed up on their own two, they try to run play action out of it, and James Daniels beats the tackle inside before the quarterback finishes his turn.

Off tackle to the right, Reggie Gilliam for eight. First down at the forty-one. That is a five-yard cushion on a 55-yarder. Reggie Gilliam did not just make it, he had another division of distance in the tank.

Reggie Gilliam spins the ball on the turf, drops to a crouch, and stares at it like it owes him an explanation. It spins for a genuinely absurd amount of time. The crowd counts along. When it finally falls over, seventy thousand people yell at once and Reggie Gilliam walks off without looking back.

Third and 8, empty backfield, and Kevin Zeitler takes him down before the route concept ever develops. Punt team. This is the value of travel coverage: Kevin Zeitler follows him everywhere, so the game plan they built all week is now scrap paper. It is up, and it is through. Three more for Denver Orange-Barrels, and a two-possession game feels a whole lot different than a one-possession game.

Second and six, Antonio Gibson off the right hip of the tackle, gain of seven. First down, and the chains are on the move again. Holding, offense, Antonio Gibson. First and twenty instead of first and goal. MOSSED HIM! Antonio Gibson climbs over the top of the defender and rips it away! Jimmy Garoppolo threw it up and let his man go get it!

THAT IS A WALL! James Daniels and the front seven meet them square at the point of attack, and there is no crease to be found! Our rush gets a hand up and misses by six inches. It is good anyway. Three for Denver Orange-Barrels, and the block unit walks off shaking their heads.

PITCH and GO! Reggie Gilliam gets outside the last man and he is running down the sideline with an escort! Fourth and 6 at the 15, field goal unit on, Reggie Gilliam converts from 33. Three points.

Yellow laundry deep in the secondary, and it is on Antonio Gibson. Pass interference, and the ball travels all the way down to the twenty. Play action freezes our linebackers, the tight end slips out behind them, and Denver Orange-Barrels scores with nobody in the picture. That is a bust, plain and simple.

Second and 8 from the 22, Jimmy Garoppolo connects on the go route for fifty-one yards. The highlight shows will lead with that tonight, and Curtis Samuel treated it like a routine part of the carry. Curtis Samuel treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

A conga line forms out of nowhere: Curtis Samuel at the front, Taylor Decker on his hips, and by the end of the end zone there are nine men in it including a trainer who should absolutely know better. It snakes past the goalpost and back. The head coach is on the sideline with both hands over his face, laughing.

Hand it to Antonio Gibson, let him take what is there, huddle slow, snap it at two. Repeat until the horn. That is the entire playbook at the moment.

Jimmy Garoppolo pours a full water bottle over his own head. Jonnu Smith points out that the Gatorade is right there. And here is the answer to our game show Garage Raiders! Hattie Cropsey of Cold Brook Corners, New York, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'What does every garage workbench drawer in America have in common?' The answer was of course batteries of unknown status and one very old key. Hattie therefore wins the entire contents of a stranger's garage, delivered at dawn! Exactly one thing ruined this broadcast for me: somebody put decaf in the regular pot. I know who. We're out of here. Next: 'The Great British Bake Off: Grocery Store Sheet Cake Division.'

Matchday 7 — vs Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard

41-31 (W)

Two high pre-snap that rolled to one high after the motion. Jimmy Garoppolo read it, held the free safety with his eyes and threw it to grass. Josh Reynolds did the rest of the work. Ninety seconds locked on a sideline monitor, and Jonnu Smith has aged about a year for every one of them. THE CALL ON THE FIELD IS CONFIRMED! Jonnu Smith broke the plane, the knee never touched, and that is SIX! Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Josh Reynolds hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

Jonnu Smith points at the scoreboard and then stands there, waiting for his own name to come up on it. The operator is half a minute behind and the board is still showing a third down that no longer exists. Seventy thousand people end up staring at a blank scoreboard alongside him, and when the letters finally land the noise is bigger than it was for the touchdown. Antonio Gibson has been beside him the entire time, pointing at nothing at all.

Third and 9, they pick up 6. Kevin Zeitler closes the door in space and the punt team comes on. Sack, strip, recovery. Kevin Zeitler does all three inside of two seconds, and this drive is dead on arrival. First and 10, Kevin Zeitler hits the slant for eight. Simple, clean, right on schedule.

Fourth and 4, they go to their number one, and James Daniels says absolutely not. Ball on the ground, ball back to us. BOOM! Kevin Zeitler comes off the edge untouched and puts the opposing quarterback in the dirt for a loss of nine! Splits the uprights. Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard settles for three, and we will take that trade every single time after where that drive started.

Third and 6, Jimmy Garoppolo completes the shallow cross, and the receiver turns it up inside the sticks for the first down. Some quarterbacks force it into a crowd. Jonnu Smith just picks up the coupon the defense left on the table. GET THE TAPE MEASURE OUT! Antonio Gibson from 56 and there was never a question after the first bounce of the crowd noise.

The kicker is the only man still on the sideline, and he is jumping straight up and down by himself with both fists over his head. Nobody is looking at him. He does not care. Antonio Gibson spots him from the end zone, sprints forty yards back, and tackles him into the bench, and the broadcast stays on the two of them for a full ten seconds.

Play action freezes our linebackers, the tight end slips out behind them, and Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard scores with nobody in the picture. That is a bust, plain and simple.

Off the grass. Mekhi Becton bangs the mud out of both cleats against the tunnel wall. Word is Mekhi Becton tried to talk the stadium DJ into playing a track he recorded. Turned down. Twice. And now, our halftime TV game show Sale of the Long Weekend! To win an inflatable mattress that holds air for exactly one night, text BLITZ to 555-2169 and answer this question: 'How many hours of football can one family absorb across a three day weekend?' They are back out. The first-half script goes in the trash, here comes the new one.

The whole front seven took that bait like it was free food in the break room, and Jimmy Garoppolo charged them for it. Their nickel had Josh Reynolds wrapped up at the twenty-six and got dragged four more yards before help arrived. That is not a missed tackle, that is a lost fight. TAKE THE TOP OFF! Jimmy Garoppolo steps into the throw and hits Josh Reynolds in stride at the twenty-five with nothing but painted grass in front of him! The loneliest job in football is the one where making it earns you nothing, and Mekhi Becton just made it again.

The whole offensive line is pointing at him! Big men live for that, and James Daniels just gave the entire unit something to howl about! Motion, snap, handoff -- Reggie Gilliam is basically a turnstile on this play, and it only works because the defense has to honor everything else he does. FIFTY-FOUR YARDS AND HE HAS THE LEG! Josh Reynolds drills it and this place comes UNGLUED!

Josh Reynolds finds the sideline camera, gets right into the lens, and slowly lifts his visor to show one eye. That is the whole celebration. One eye, five seconds, national television. The commentary booth cannot get through a sentence for the rest of the drive.

Seven-man protection, nobody chipping, and Jimmy Garoppolo hitched once at the top of the drop before he turned it loose. That hitch is what bought the separation. HE HURDLED HIM! Jonnu Smith goes AIRBORNE over the diving tackler and lands still running! Are you kidding me?! Clean snap, laces away, and Jonnu Smith does exactly what he has done all season from that range. The hold was perfect and he rewarded it.

BOTH BENCHES ARE EMPTY! Bodies pouring onto the field around midfield, and Josh Reynolds is dead center in the pile. Screen pass, one missed tackle at the thirty, and Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard is gone. That is a fundamentals problem, and the fundamentals are ours to fix.

Watch the corner hips -- he is in phase, he is doing everything the coaching staff asked, and Jimmy Garoppolo beats him anyway because the ball goes where coverage cannot live. BOOM, Josh Reynolds bounces off the first tackler at the twenty-two, spins away from the second, and the last man with an angle is already out of the picture! This is where seasons get decided -- one snap, no safety net, and Antonio Gibson with the ball across the plane. Two.

Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. Taylor Decker wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan. Interference on Taylor Decker. Automatic first down, the drive stays alive, and this defense has to line up all over again. Six for Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard. Nobody carried the crosser, and that was a walk-in from twelve yards out.

Turnover! James Daniels punches it out at the top of the drop, then falls on his own mess at the 31-yard line. There is no defense for this. The corner is carrying vertically, James Daniels drops it in behind him, and Josh Reynolds stops on a dime to pluck it out of the air. Heavy personnel, six offensive linemen, and there was no mystery whatsoever about the call. Did not matter: Josh Reynolds follows the fullback and gets it in. Josh Reynolds works so fast that the crowd is still chanting about the touchdown when the football is already through.

Two linemen plant themselves on the goal line with their arms straight up as uprights, and Jack Conklin snaps the ball back through his legs. Josh Reynolds kicks it clean between them and holds the follow-through, one leg up, chin high. The actual kicker is twenty yards away with his actual holder, waiting to do this for real. Both officials signal the imaginary kick good before they can stop themselves.

James Daniels jogs backwards asking the official what exactly he was supposed to do out there. The referee already has the microphone down. Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard goes deep on third and long and our safety arrives about a half second late. Fifty-two yards, and you can hear the concourse from here.

That is a burned timeout, but it beats five yards. Jimmy Garoppolo saw the protection was wrong and killed the play before it killed the drive. That is a gorgeous kick-out block, and Jimmy Garoppolo does the rest -- foot in the ground, north and south, nine yards. From 51, on the road, into the open end of this stadium. Jimmy Garoppolo makes it. Three points.

GRIND IT OUT! Reggie Gilliam drops the pads, falls forward, and that defense can do nothing but watch the scoreboard bleed! Everybody drops, everybody sprints upfield, and Reggie Gilliam walks into a hallway that had four defenders standing in it a second ago.

Josh Reynolds and Jonnu Smith hoist Jimmy Garoppolo onto their shoulders. He immediately asks to come down. And here is the answer to our game show Sale of the Long Weekend! Loretta Fay Bumgarner of Rooster Creek, Kentucky, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'How many hours of football can one family absorb across a three day weekend?' The answer was of course eleven, and hour twelve is when somebody suggests a walk. Loretta Fay therefore wins an inflatable mattress that holds air for exactly one night! I ordered a sandwich in the second quarter. It arrived after the final whistle. Somebody had a rough night in that kitchen. That's all from us. And now, 'Antiques Roadshow: A Charger That Fits Nothing.' Estimated value: zero.

Matchday 8 — vs New England Tuck-Rulers

35-28 (W)

Textbook from Taylor Decker: he never goes for the body, he goes for the tomahawk on the throwing arm. Coaches run that clip on a loop. Taylor Decker attacks the intermediate middle, hits Curtis Samuel on the deep cross, and he is dragged down at the far hash for nineteen. He STUCK it in there! Not one inch of daylight anywhere on that line and Curtis Samuel finds a way through it anyway! The loneliest job in football is the one where making it earns you nothing, and Kevin Zeitler just made it again.

Curtis Samuel climbs the padding at the base of the goalpost and hangs there like a man escaping a flood. The flag is out before his second hand lands, and security arrives right behind it. Mekhi Becton is at the bottom pushing him higher, which is not helping anybody. Two officials and a very tired stadium employee talk him down.

Everything about this run is decided before contact. The fullback kicks out the force defender and Reggie Gilliam only has to stay patient for one beat. Reggie Gilliam gets every bit of that ball, and the trajectory tells you at the 30 that it is going to clear with room to spare.

The whole squad drops into a huddle in the end zone, heads down, hands in, and holds it silently while the crowd waits. Then they break upward all at once with a roar and the ball goes straight up in the air. Reggie Gilliam is in the middle of it with his helmet off. Somebody's mouthguard lands twenty yards away and nobody goes and gets it.

No targets, no catches, no yards. Jonnu Smith is having the kind of quiet game that wins football games. Jimmy Garoppolo plucked that thing out of the air with the calm of somebody taking mail out of his own box. Nothing hurried about it at all. SEE YOU LATER! Jimmy Garoppolo is gone, the corner pulls up at the twenty because there is no point in chasing, and that scoreboard has just flipped! Jimmy Garoppolo shows the flat route, resets his feet, and delivers to Jonnu Smith on the back line. The whole thing takes 2.4 seconds.

Ten push-ups in the end zone, one for every yard of the run, and Jimmy Garoppolo counts them out loud with the front row counting back. James Daniels sits on his back for the last four. He finishes them anyway. The crowd noise on rep ten is the loudest thing this building has produced all year.

Mekhi Becton folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. Mekhi Becton was in a footrace he had already lost, so he tried to slow the traffic. The officials do not accept that excuse. And the flag gets picked up. New England Tuck-Rulers keeps the touchdown, our sideline is screaming at the officials, and the scoreboard does not care one bit.

The opposing quarterback held it one beat too long, and Jack Conklin made him pay twice -- once for the loss, once for the football. The exchange from Jack Conklin to Jonnu Smith happens at full speed with nobody breaking stride. That is timing you cannot install in a walkthrough. The drive dies at the 12, but Jonnu Smith makes sure it was not a wasted trip down the field.

Jonnu Smith spikes it, Kevin Zeitler spikes it, and then every man in the end zone spikes something -- a towel, a glove, a mouthpiece, an entirely imaginary object. It is a spiking epidemic. Turf pellets are hanging in the air like smoke. Three officials stand at the edge of it and simply wait for the weather to pass.

Into the locker room. Taylor Decker drops onto a folding chair and lets the shoulder pads hang. One from the archives: Taylor Decker once conducted the visiting fight song from the sideline. Nobody stopped it. Nobody has ever explained why. And now, our halftime TV game show The People's Court of Parking Lot Grievances! To win a laminated small claims judgment against a man who backed a truck into a grill, text BLITZ to 555-2378 and answer this question: 'Who is legally responsible when a canopy blows into somebody else's tailgate?' Kickoff to open the third quarter. Everything from here is a different game.

Look at the get-off from James Daniels -- he is two yards upfield before the center's hand leaves the football. You cannot block that. Illegal substitution. James Daniels is caught halfway to the sideline at the snap, and the flag is out immediately. Second time in three drives. New England Tuck-Rulers punches it in from the two and our front seven is standing there with hands on knees.

The clock is melting and Jimmy Garoppolo is the calmest man in this stadium. That is eleven completions in a row for Jimmy Garoppolo, and you can feel this building starting to believe in the drive.

That is a killer. Reggie Gilliam turns late, the receiver runs through him, and the flag is in the air before the ball comes down. The chains kept moving and nothing we tried slowed it down. Fourteen plays, seven minutes off the clock, and New England Tuck-Rulers finishes the drive with six.

BOOM! Mekhi Becton comes off the edge untouched and puts the opposing quarterback in the dirt for a loss of nine! There is nowhere left to go when the wall is already at your back, and Mekhi Becton just took away the last two yards they had.

This is the part of the game nobody clips for social media, and it is the part that decides Sundays. Jimmy Garoppolo is coaching from the line of scrimmage. This is why teams pay linemen real money. Jimmy Garoppolo drives his man five yards off the ball and Reggie Gilliam gets a lane you could park a bus in. No wind, no pressure off the edge, no doubt from Reggie Gilliam. Down the middle from 36.

The entire defense pours onto the field and freezes in a squad photo behind the goalpost -- arms folded, chins down, absolutely nobody smiling. Reggie Gilliam kneels at the front holding the ball like a trophy. Antonio Gibson is late and slides into frame on his knees. The photo runs on the front page of a newspaper in a city three time zones away.

Look at that defensive line standing straight up out of their stance. That is exhaustion, and Mekhi Becton is the man who put it there. Mekhi Becton times the jump perfectly, high points the football, and holds on through the contact. That is a fifty-fifty ball that was never fifty-fifty. From 51, on the road, into the open end of this stadium. Mekhi Becton makes it. Three points.

Man coverage cannot survive traffic. Jimmy Garoppolo knows the rub is coming underneath and throws it into the pile with total confidence. This crowd wanted the bomb. Josh Reynolds handed them a first down instead, and the first down is the thing that actually wins games. GET THE TAPE MEASURE OUT! Reggie Gilliam from 56 and there was never a question after the first bounce of the crowd noise.

Reggie Gilliam jogs to the sideline, taps the chain crew on the shoulder, and asks for a measurement on a ball that crossed the goal line by nine yards. Three men in orange vests look at each other, and then, because nobody tells them not to, they do it -- chain out, stake down, the entire ceremony. The down judge points one arm downfield: first down, and also a touchdown. Reggie Gilliam accepts the ruling with a small nod and jogs off like a man who simply needed to be sure.

Fourth and 4, they go to their number one, and James Daniels says absolutely not. Ball on the ground, ball back to us. Twelve men on the field. Taylor Decker jogs off shaking his head, and the penalty is exactly what it looked like. Six for New England Tuck-Rulers. Nobody carried the crosser, and that was a walk-in from twelve yards out.

Draw on second and twelve, Reggie Gilliam up the middle, first down at the forty-one. Clock keeps rolling. Reggie Gilliam kick-slides, absorbs the speed rush, and the quarterback never feels a thing behind his back. Reggie Gilliam strikes it, both arms go straight up behind the goalposts, and this crowd gets the three points it came down here for.

Taylor Decker and Curtis Samuel swap helmets. Neither one fits. They wear them anyway. And here is the answer to our game show The People's Court of Parking Lot Grievances! Garnett Ruff Applewhite of Dusty Bend, Kansas, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'Who is legally responsible when a canopy blows into somebody else's tailgate?' The answer was of course nobody at all, and the canopy belongs to the wind now. Garnett therefore wins a laminated small claims judgment against a man who backed a truck into a grill! My spotter fell asleep somewhere around the two-minute warning. I let him sleep. He earned it. That's the game and that's our night. Up next: 'Intervention: My Friend Who Will Not Stop Talking About His Fantasy Team.'

Matchday 9 — vs Las Vegas Double-or-Nothing

20-16 (W)

HE GOT A PIECE OF IT! Taylor Decker arrives with the football, and their receiver is still asking for a flag that is never coming! BOOM! Jimmy Garoppolo comes off the edge untouched and puts the opposing quarterback in the dirt for a loss of nine! Our rush gets a hand up and misses by six inches. It is good anyway. Three for Las Vegas Double-or-Nothing, and the block unit walks off shaking their heads.

This is the throw that separates arms. Jimmy Garoppolo has to beat a corner driving downhill from ten yards away, and he beats him with pure velocity. Curtis Samuel stutters, the defender freezes, and that is all he needed. Twelve extra yards on a play that should have been dead. GET THE TAPE MEASURE OUT! Curtis Samuel from 56 and there was never a question after the first bounce of the crowd noise.

That is a violent arrival. Taylor Decker gets there at the same instant as the football and the receiver hears every bit of it -- they will not be throwing many more his way tonight. Splits the uprights. Las Vegas Double-or-Nothing settles for three, and we will take that trade every single time after where that drive started.

Incomplete. Reggie Gilliam breaks it up on third down, and the punt unit starts to jog on. Coached exactly that way: the rusher goes for the football with his second hand, and Josh Reynolds does the hard part by picking it up on the run instead of falling on it. The hold spun a half turn late, Antonio Gibson adjusted, and the adjustment is what killed it. Ball dies right of the upright.

POUNDED it in there! Reggie Gilliam through the B-gap with the pads low, and the chains are moving again. Reggie Gilliam treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

The touchdown is barely over the line before Reggie Gilliam is on one knee, ball held out in front of him, proposing to Jack Conklin. Jack Conklin covers his mouth with both hands, nods, then falls backward into the arms of three linemen. This is a bit they have run since training camp and it kills every single time.

Halftime. Josh Reynolds grabs a bag of ice and jams it under the elbow pad. One from the archives: Josh Reynolds once conducted the visiting fight song from the sideline. Nobody stopped it. Nobody has ever explained why. And now, our halftime TV game show Undercover Assistant Manager! To win a name tag reading TRAINEE and a lanyard of some importance, text BLITZ to 555-2463 and answer this question: 'Who is the most powerful person inside a football stadium?' Here comes the kick to start the third. Hold on to something.

PICKED OFF! Kevin Zeitler jumps that route like he called it in their huddle himself! Spin move at the line of scrimmage, Kevin Zeitler for seven. Third and two. No wind, no pressure off the edge, no doubt from Kevin Zeitler. Down the middle from 36.

Kevin Zeitler reels Taylor Decker on an invisible fishing line, hand over hand, straining at the weight. Taylor Decker flops toward him across the end zone like something landed on a dock. The bench is doubled over. The referee waits with his hands on his hips like a man late for something.

Zone flows right, Reggie Gilliam plants and cuts BACK against the grain, and the whole defense is running the wrong way! Second and 4, heavy personnel, and Reggie Gilliam throws it over the top for a gain of thirty-one. THROWN RIGHT TO HIM! Josh Reynolds never saw the corner squatting on that route and this is an absolute disaster.

Sack number, oh, does it even matter now? Reggie Gilliam gets there AGAIN, and their right tackle is still looking for his helmet. Reggie Gilliam has that receiver on a short leash, and the leash has not moved an inch since the opening kickoff. Third and fourteen killed the drive, and the kicker finishes what the offense could not. Las Vegas Double-or-Nothing adds three and this becomes a chess match.

He had one job on that snap and he did it in full -- Mekhi Becton chases the opposing quarterback down from behind and buries him a yard deep. TWO POINTS!

Second time in three drives. Las Vegas Double-or-Nothing punches it in from the two and our front seven is standing there with hands on knees.

That is a coverage disguise and a half. Kevin Zeitler shows two-high, spins down into the flat, and the opposing quarterback throws it right to him. This is where Kevin Zeitler earns the contract -- catch it flat-footed in the flat, then turn into a running back for the next twenty yards. Watch the plant foot -- Kevin Zeitler puts it right beside the ball, no lean, no hook. Inside 40 that is a rehearsed motion, not a kick.

Jet sweep to the right, Jonnu Smith on the handoff, gain of nine to the thirty-two. The other sideline is pleading with the officials to hurry it along, and Josh Reynolds is in absolutely no rush whatsoever. Their front four ran themselves eight yards past the football, and by the time the safety got downhill, Josh Reynolds had already turned this into a chunk play.

Kevin Zeitler and Curtis Samuel argue over who keeps the ball. Jonnu Smith already has it and is halfway to the tunnel. And here is the answer to our game show Undercover Assistant Manager! Dovie Ann Kirchner of Rusty Nail Bend, Michigan, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'Who is the most powerful person inside a football stadium?' The answer was of course whoever controls the thermostat in the press box. Dovie Ann therefore wins a name tag reading TRAINEE and a lanyard of some importance! As for me, I got through two coffees and one press box hot dog with zero regrets. Well, one regret. The hot dog. That's all from us. And now, 'Antiques Roadshow: A Charger That Fits Nothing.' Estimated value: zero.

Matchday 10 — vs Seattle Seismographs

22-17 (W)

Incomplete. Kevin Zeitler breaks it up on third down, and the punt unit starts to jog on. We held them out of the end zone and it still costs us. Three for Seattle Seismographs, because the scoreboard does not hand out credit for good defense.

SECOND EFFORT from Reggie Gilliam! He is stopped, he is not down, and he churns three more feet before the whistle! Bounce it OUTSIDE! Reggie Gilliam sees the pursuit overrun the play, hits the sideline and dives at the pylon for the score! That is the one kick you are not allowed to miss, and Jimmy Garoppolo missed it. Six instead of seven, and that math is going to matter later.

Reggie Gilliam climbs the padding at the base of the goalpost and hangs there like a man escaping a flood. The flag is out before his second hand lands, and security arrives right behind it. Jimmy Garoppolo is at the bottom pushing him higher, which is not helping anybody. Two officials and a very tired stadium employee talk him down.

That is veteran nerve from Jimmy Garoppolo. He waited to the last possible tick to see if the defense would tip its hand, and when it did not, he ate the timeout. Off tackle to the right, Jimmy Garoppolo for eight. First down at the forty-one. That is a five-yard cushion on a 55-yarder. Jimmy Garoppolo did not just make it, he had another division of distance in the tank.

Three receivers set the pylons in a triangle and Jimmy Garoppolo bowls the football straight through them. Strike. All three go down. Kevin Zeitler does the scoreboard signal with both hands while an official jogs in reaching for his flag and the whole bench falls over laughing.

This started with a shove after the whistle and escalated in about two seconds. Jimmy Garoppolo is in the middle of it and the crew will be sorting out numbers for five minutes.

In stride! Jimmy Garoppolo hits Josh Reynolds on the move, and that is the throw defensive coordinators lose sleep over. Josh Reynolds stands with his hands on his hips at the 30, waiting on a man in a striped shirt and a television screen to decide his afternoon. That red flag came out of the coach's sock like it had been waiting all game for this exact frame of Josh Reynolds on the sideline. Josh Reynolds slid that ball through traffic like it had been greased, and the safety shows up a half tick after the party.

Second quarter gone. Reggie Gilliam glances at the stat sheet a staffer offers and hands it right back. The t-shirt cannons are out and section 118 is behaving like nothing else in this building matters. And now, our halftime TV game show This Old Stadium! To win a commemorative stadium brick engraved with a typo, text BLITZ to 555-0128 and answer this question: 'How old is the stadium if you ask the stadium directly?' Both units in place. The referee signals ready and away we go.

And the flag gets picked up. Seattle Seismographs keeps the touchdown, our sideline is screaming at the officials, and the scoreboard does not care one bit.

His head goes one way and his body goes the other -- FACEMASK, and Jonnu Smith is still on his feet when the whistle blows! Jet motion, and Jonnu Smith puts it in the belly of Josh Reynolds at a dead sprint! He is around the corner before the linebackers can flip their hips! Corner route out of the slot, one on one, no help inside. Josh Reynolds wins at the top of the stem and the throw beats the safety. Touchdown. They went for two and Reggie Gilliam converted it on straight power behind the right guard. Nothing exotic about it, just leverage.

Start with the double team on the nose tackle -- that is why Antonio Gibson gets a clean crease. Inside zone, run exactly the way it is drawn. Fourth and one, quarterback sneak, Antonio Gibson for two. First down. Watch the spot: Antonio Gibson gets his shoulders past the pile and the wing official marks the football, not the body. That inch is everything. This is a street fight in a phone booth, and Antonio Gibson is winning it a yard at a time.

Mekhi Becton and his unit have given up nothing on the last eleven dropbacks. That trench belongs to them now. You can play flawless coverage in this league and lose the down anyway. Mekhi Becton just proved it in front of everybody. GET THE TAPE MEASURE OUT! Mekhi Becton from 56 and there was never a question after the first bounce of the crowd noise.

The hands tell the whole story -- Antonio Gibson chops, rips underneath the outside shoulder, and the pocket collapses from the top down. They have first and ten and no room to operate. Antonio Gibson sheds the block at the line of scrimmage and wraps up the ball carrier before he can get out. Safety, two points, and we get the football back.

Antonio Gibson gets the ball to the mascot, who spikes it far better than any professional athlete has ever spiked a football. Antonio Gibson stands back and applauds honestly. Josh Reynolds lifts the mascot onto his shoulders. This is now a mascot's game and everybody accepts it.

Second and 14. Antonio Gibson with the tackle for loss, and that play call goes straight in the garbage. Antonio Gibson was one body too many, and the umpire had him tagged before the football ever moved. Ohhh, that one hurts. Seattle Seismographs runs the same counter they have run all afternoon, the backside end crashes again, and it is a touchdown.

Every carry from Antonio Gibson is one more shovel of dirt in the same hole. Two yards at a time, the football game gets buried.

Jack Conklin rips his jersey off over his head. The pads come with it. He is now stuck. And here is the answer to our game This Old Stadium! Marguerite Hoadley of Granite Elbow, New Hampshire, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'How old is the stadium if you ask the stadium directly?' The answer was of course it says forty, but the concrete has been talking. Marguerite takes home a commemorative stadium brick engraved with a typo! I learned tonight that Jack Conklin used to be a volunteer firefighter. Suddenly the footwork makes a lot more sense. Good night, and drive safe. Coming up: 'Gold Rush: Looking for the Second Sock.' No gold is found.

Matchday 11 — vs Pittsburgh Dish-Towels

36-37 (L)

Loose football in the backfield, Jack Conklin first to it, and the booth confirms the runner was never down. The touchdown stands. Curtis Samuel gets to the pylon and reaches the ball across before the tackler can wrap him up. Two-point conversion is GOOD.

Sack number, oh, does it even matter now? Antonio Gibson gets there AGAIN, and their right tackle is still looking for his helmet. Their sideline is out of ideas. Antonio Gibson shadows the route, the quarterback checks it down for two, and the chains stay right where they are. We held them out of the end zone and it still costs us. Three for Pittsburgh Dish-Towels, because the scoreboard does not hand out credit for good defense.

Power concept, backside guard pulling, play side down blocks all working in unison. Taylor Decker is the last piece of it and he arrives with his hat on the correct shoulder. Everybody in the building tracks the flight, nobody breathes, and then Antonio Gibson hears the roar behind him. Good from 52.

NO SIR! James Daniels gets a hand in at the last possible instant and that football hits the turf! Second and long just got worse. Curtis Samuel with the sack, seven yards back, and the chains are a memory. It is up, and it is through. Three more for Pittsburgh Dish-Towels, and a two-possession game feels a whole lot different than a one-possession game.

They keep feeding Antonio Gibson between the tackles, and those linebackers are already a half step slower than they were in the first quarter. Antonio Gibson strikes it, both arms go straight up behind the goalposts, and this crowd gets the three points it came down here for.

Antonio Gibson tucks the ball under his jersey, cradles the bump, and rocks it gently while walking the length of the end zone. Reggie Gilliam follows with a hand on his back like a very concerned husband. The Pittsburgh Dish-Towels sideline is not amused. The referee already has the flag out of his belt.

The teams disappear inside. Josh Reynolds taps the sign above the tunnel door on the way through. True story: Josh Reynolds once ran a full lap of the field at halftime, purely because sitting still was not an option. And now, our halftime TV game show Wheel of Fourth and Fortune! To win a lifetime supply of mustard packets that have all already been opened, text BLITZ to 555-0117 and answer this question: 'How many chicken wings are left in a fifty-piece order after four hours of tailgating?' Second half! The stadium is on its feet and the coverage unit is bouncing.

That is a violent arrival. Jack Conklin gets there at the same instant as the football and the receiver hears every bit of it -- they will not be throwing many more his way tonight. Clean snap, laces out, and the kick is pure. Pittsburgh Dish-Towels is on the board, and there is nothing to complain about there -- that was textbook.

Play clock at three, Jimmy Garoppolo gets the audible out, and the snap comes with one tick to spare. Second and 6, Jimmy Garoppolo pancakes the three-technique, and the run goes for eleven before anybody touches the ball carrier. Reggie Gilliam treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

The head coach grabs Antonio Gibson by the shoulder pads and physically turns him toward the tunnel. That is what leadership looks like once everything has gone sideways. Six for Pittsburgh Dish-Towels. Nobody carried the crosser, and that was a walk-in from twelve yards out.

That receiver covered more ground than an afternoon delivery route, and Jimmy Garoppolo put the football exactly where the stride was going to be. This is the discipline that keeps drives breathing. Josh Reynolds got all the way to his fourth read and never once looked rushed. You can hear the strike all the way up in the press box, and Reggie Gilliam watches his own football still climbing as it passes the 20.

One step over the goal line and Reggie Gilliam drops into the dance whole internet already knows, hands low, feet blurring. Six teammates arrive and join it in a ragged line. The offensive line is two full beats behind and does not care. Seventy thousand people are doing it in the seats and none of them are doing it well.

IT IS A HEADCOUNT! Somebody on this sideline needs a clicker, because the official counted twice before he threw it at Mekhi Becton! The chains kept moving and nothing we tried slowed it down. Fourteen plays, seven minutes off the clock, and Pittsburgh Dish-Towels finishes the drive with six.

Screen game, blockers out in front, and Mekhi Becton sifts through all that traffic to make the tackle himself. That is a pro. He never stops working -- Mekhi Becton has his arm around the pocket before his shoulder pad even lands. That is a hunter's instinct. Mekhi Becton went into that pile the way you wade into cold surf, and he came out the other side dragging two defenders across the line with him. Through the uprights! Jonnu Smith adds the point after and the lead grows by one.

This is a coordinator punishing an aggressive front. Reggie Gilliam counts to one, lets the rushers clear, and the A-gap opens like a curtain. The blind side is CLOSED! Reggie Gilliam slams the door and the throw gets out clean! THAT IS GOOD, AND IT WAS NEVER ANYTHING ELSE! Reggie Gilliam from 29 and that ball never wobbles once.

Penetration on the strong side by Reggie Gilliam, the pulling guard grabs nothing but air, and the whole run concept dies on the hash marks. Five yards marched off. Reggie Gilliam was the twelfth man, and a third and 6 just turned into third and 1 for them. And the flag gets picked up. Pittsburgh Dish-Towels keeps the touchdown, our sideline is screaming at the officials, and the scoreboard does not care one bit.

Kevin Zeitler plucked that thing out of the air with the calm of somebody taking mail out of his own box. Nothing hurried about it at all. Kevin Zeitler sacked for a loss of 8. Second and 18. Kevin Zeitler threads it between the numbers and the paint, and the football just lies down and goes to sleep inside the five.

A stop was one snap away, and now Antonio Gibson has handed the other sideline field position it did nothing to earn. Screen pass, one missed tackle at the thirty, and Pittsburgh Dish-Towels is gone. That is a fundamentals problem, and the fundamentals are ours to fix.

That is the nightmare for a defensive coordinator. You cover it perfectly for four full seconds and Jimmy Garoppolo slips out the side of the pocket and takes the first down himself. TIPPED! TIPPED AGAIN! AND Jimmy Garoppolo HAS IT! Josh Reynolds threw up a prayer from his own 45 and somebody upstairs signed for it!

Taylor Decker steps right on the midfield logo on the way out. Josh Reynolds walks all the way around it. And here is the answer to our game Wheel of Fourth and Fortune! Deloris Snavely of Gravy Boat, Ohio, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'How many chicken wings are left in a fifty-piece order after four hours of tailgating?' The answer was of course nine, and two of those are legally celery. Deloris takes home a lifetime supply of mustard packets that have all already been opened! The stat crew handed me a fresh page with three minutes left. I nodded like I read it. I did not read it. We're signing off. Next up: 'Shark Tank: Pitching a Second Umbrella to a Man Who Owns One Umbrella.'

Matchday 12 — vs Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof

34-36 (L)

Fourth and 4, they go to their number one, and Jonnu Smith says absolutely not. Ball on the ground, ball back to us. Second and long just got worse. Curtis Samuel with the sack, seven yards back, and the chains are a memory. A false start backs them up five yards and it does not matter one bit. Good from forty-two, and Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof stretches the lead.

OUT AND OUT OF BOUNDS! Jimmy Garoppolo on the money to Josh Reynolds and this drive still has all the time it needs! He has GOT the corner! Their edge defender is on the ground, their safety takes the wrong angle, and nobody touches Josh Reynolds until the numbers! The unglamorous guy finally gets his! Josh Reynolds blocked on eleven straight snaps and then walked into the end zone on the twelfth. He EARNED that football. Antonio Gibson taps the point after through and this one is academic. Seven on the board.

Josh Reynolds jogs to the sideline, taps the chain crew on the shoulder, and asks for a measurement on a ball that crossed the goal line by nine yards. Three men in orange vests look at each other, and then, because nobody tells them not to, they do it -- chain out, stake down, the entire ceremony. The down judge points one arm downfield: first down, and also a touchdown. Josh Reynolds accepts the ruling with a small nod and jogs off like a man who simply needed to be sure.

They came back to the inside zone that worked in the first quarter. Reggie Gilliam adjusted the fit, took the cutback lane away, and it died on contact. Third and fourteen killed the drive, and the kicker finishes what the offense could not. Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof adds three and this becomes a chess match.

PICK SIX! Reggie Gilliam jumps the route and there is nothing between him and the end zone but forty yards of grass! Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and James Daniels hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

This place is SHAKING! Mekhi Becton has been living in that backfield all night and every soul in here knows it! Mekhi Becton has that receiver on a short leash, and the leash has not moved an inch since the opening kickoff. Fifty-one yards and it is good with room to spare. Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof takes the lead back, and their kicker just woke that whole sideline up.

Into the break. Mekhi Becton and the head coach have a long, quiet conversation by the door. Small detail: Mekhi Becton tips the equipment staff after every road game. Cash. Every time. Nobody ever asked Mekhi Becton to. And now, our halftime TV game show Trading Sheds! To win your neighbor's shed, fully redecorated without your consent, text BLITZ to 555-2581 and answer this question: 'How long does it take two neighbors to argue about a fence during a football game?' Back at it. This stadium found another gear during the break.

Fade look off the line... and it is a BACK SHOULDER DAGGER from Jimmy Garoppolo. That defensive back is now arguing with the air. Second and goal from the two and they just punch it. Josh Reynolds behind the right guard, forward lean, football across the line. Through the uprights! Jack Conklin adds the point after and the lead grows by one.

The team has one final bit saved for exactly this: Josh Reynolds and Taylor Decker shake hands in absurd slow motion, hold it, then the entire offense collapses to the turf around them in a choreographed heap. Eleven men down, two standing. The referee holds the ball and waits for the dead to rise. They take their time about it, and the stadium does not stop screaming once.

Beautiful key read. Jonnu Smith sees the guard pull, runs the mesh point down, and meets the back before the handoff is even clean. Right down the middle from thirty-four. Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof caps a twelve-play march with three, and eight minutes came off that clock with it.

James Daniels plucked that thing out of the air with the calm of somebody taking mail out of his own box. Nothing hurried about it at all. Smart, disciplined football from James Daniels. He takes the boundary instead of the middle, because the middle of the field bleeds seconds. Second and goal from the four. Inside zone, Curtis Samuel presses the edge, cuts it up underneath and gets in. Touchdown. Taylor Decker works so fast that the crowd is still chanting about the touchdown when the football is already through.

Ten push-ups in the end zone, one for every yard of the run, and Curtis Samuel counts them out loud with the front row counting back. Antonio Gibson sits on his back for the last four. He finishes them anyway. The crowd noise on rep ten is the loudest thing this building has produced all year.

Illegal substitution. Jack Conklin is caught halfway to the sideline at the snap, and the flag is out immediately. And the flag gets picked up. Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof keeps the touchdown, our sideline is screaming at the officials, and the scoreboard does not care one bit.

Fourth quarter, 6.1 yards a carry, and Taylor Decker has won the leverage battle on rep after rep after rep. Beaten off the edge, Taylor Decker does the only thing left and takes the flag over the sack. The coaches will live with it. The drive chart will not. LOOK at that pocket! Taylor Decker has built a living room back there and his quarterback is choosing a target at his own pace!

Jack Conklin met that running back in a phone booth, and there was only ever room for one of them. Jack Conklin was one body too many, and the umpire had him tagged before the football ever moved. Six for Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof. Nobody carried the crosser, and that was a walk-in from twelve yards out.

The pressure was coming off the boundary. Jimmy Garoppolo saw it, flipped the protection, and suddenly the free rusher had a body standing in his way. Snap, hitch, THROW! Jimmy Garoppolo puts it on the numbers of Josh Reynolds and this offense has found a heartbeat! Clean pocket, seven step drop, no help underneath. Josh Reynolds beats the jam at the line and separates late down the numbers. Fifty-plus in the air. They needed 72 inches. Jonnu Smith got about 36 of them. Nothing on the board.

Josh Reynolds spikes the ball so hard it comes off the turf and clears the crossbar behind him. He watches it go, arms out, genuinely surprised at himself. Curtis Samuel sprints past and dives headfirst into the end zone paint for no reason at all. The stadium is a wall of noise before anybody remembers there is an extra point to kick.

NO SIR! Kevin Zeitler gets a hand in at the last possible instant and that football hits the turf! Twelve men on the field. Mekhi Becton jogs off shaking his head, and the penalty is exactly what it looked like. Field position, then penalties, then the score. Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof has taken this game away from us one small mistake at a time.

BLOWN UP IN THE BACKFIELD! Taylor Decker shoots the A-gap and drops him four yards behind the line of scrimmage! BOOM! Taylor Decker comes off the edge untouched and puts the opposing quarterback in the dirt for a loss of nine! Our rush gets a hand up and misses by six inches. It is good anyway. Three for Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof, and the block unit walks off shaking their heads.

The throw from Jimmy Garoppolo and the catch that answers it are the same conversation, held at eighteen yards, in a language nobody else on this field speaks. Curtis Samuel scrambles to his right, plants at the numbers, and LAUNCHES it -- and it dies in a forest of hands two yards short of forever.

Reggie Gilliam sits with elbows on knees, breathing like the game is still going. Antonio Gibson is barely breathing at all. And here is the answer to our game show Trading Sheds! Georgia Pearl Vandusen of Chicken Bristle, Ohio, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'How long does it take two neighbors to argue about a fence during a football game?' The answer was of course eleven minutes, or until somebody mentions the survey. Georgia Pearl therefore wins your neighbor's shed, fully redecorated without your consent! The press box elevator has been broken since August. Nine flights, every week, all season. My calves say hello. Good night from all of us here. Next: 'Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives: The Vending Machine on Floor Three.'

Matchday 13 — vs Green Bay Shareholders

42-35 (W)

Back-shoulder, and Jonnu Smith smells it coming. He plants, opens the hips, and knocks it away in the corner of the end zone. Taylor Decker was one body too many, and the umpire had him tagged before the football ever moved. Play action freezes our linebackers, the tight end slips out behind them, and Green Bay Shareholders scores with nobody in the picture. That is a bust, plain and simple.

Four full seconds and not one hand near the quarterback facemask. Jack Conklin anchored against the bull rush and never surrendered an inch of ground. THAT IS GOOD, AND IT WAS NEVER ANYTHING ELSE! Jack Conklin from 29 and that ball never wobbles once.

And the flag gets picked up. Green Bay Shareholders keeps the touchdown, our sideline is screaming at the officials, and the scoreboard does not care one bit.

Three completions, two of them out of bounds, one timeout still in hand. Jimmy Garoppolo has this exactly where the staff drew it up on Wednesday. Screen game to the field side. Jimmy Garoppolo follows the guard, cuts off his hip at the thirty and finishes it untouched. Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Kevin Zeitler hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

Antonio Gibson turns that corner like he had the door code. Their edge defender never got a hand anywhere near him. Antonio Gibson extends the left arm, locks the elbow, and the defensive back simply leaves the picture. They stunted the interior, got penetration on the right guard, and Antonio Gibson had no chance -- that ball was dead the moment it left his foot.

The horn sounds on the second quarter. Antonio Gibson pulls the helmet off before he even reaches the sideline. The headliner is singing to a backing track. Everyone knows. Nobody minds. That is the arrangement. And now, our halftime TV game show Elimi-Date Night! To win a coupon for two large pizzas at a place that only makes small ones, text BLITZ to 555-2291 and answer this question: 'How many people can you bring to a football game before it stops being a date?' Back on the field. Whatever was said in there, the body language has changed.

Count them up, there are TWELVE out there! Jimmy Garoppolo never got the signal to come off, and that is five yards! Back shoulder fade at the pylon, and Green Bay Shareholders comes down with it over a defender who had inside leverage and nothing behind him. Perfectly placed, and this one is on us.

That is a coverage disguise and a half. James Daniels shows two-high, spins down into the flat, and the opposing quarterback throws it right to him. PULL AND SEAL! James Daniels leads the way and Antonio Gibson is following him into the second level! The punt team already had one foot on the field. Antonio Gibson sends them back to the bench with three points instead.

Kevin Zeitler plucked that thing out of the air with the calm of somebody taking mail out of his own box. Nothing hurried about it at all. That is a gorgeous kick-out block, and Kevin Zeitler does the rest -- foot in the ground, north and south, nine yards. Watch the plant foot -- Kevin Zeitler puts it right beside the ball, no lean, no hook. Inside 40 that is a rehearsed motion, not a kick.

Interference on Jonnu Smith. Automatic first down, the drive stays alive, and this defense has to line up all over again. Six for Green Bay Shareholders. Nobody carried the crosser, and that was a walk-in from twelve yards out.

GONE around the edge! Curtis Samuel feeds Josh Reynolds in stride and there is nothing but open sideline waiting! Josh Reynolds goes in low like a man forcing a jammed door with his shoulder, and the frame finally lets go. Josh Reynolds used that back pylon like a fence post -- plant, turn, and the football arrived like it had an appointment. Mekhi Becton converts. Seven points on the drive.

Josh Reynolds mimes putting the entire Green Bay Shareholders secondary to sleep, hands folded against his cheek, eyes closed, swaying gently. Their corner is in his face immediately. Josh Reynolds does not open his eyes. Mekhi Becton arrives at a full sprint and physically removes him from the situation.

Curtis Samuel catches it at the boundary, taps the right, taps the left, and falls out. That is going to stand all day long. You cannot ask a nickel corner to carry a tight end up the seam. Curtis Samuel stacks him inside the five and the ball arrives over the shoulder the defender cannot find. Off the iron! Josh Reynolds rings the upright, the football caroms back toward the hash, and the whistle kills it right there. No good.

That is what the gloves were invented for, and Josh Reynolds is the reason somebody keeps improving them. Fourth and 6 at the 15, field goal unit on, Josh Reynolds converts from 33. Three points.

Up onto the padded barrier in front of the first row, both feet off the turf, and Josh Reynolds vanishes into a crush of jerseys and spilled beer. Two fans have him by the shoulder pads and are not letting go. He drops back onto the grass with somebody's foam finger and no idea whose it is. The Green Bay Shareholders sideline watches this with the expression of men attending a funeral.

The defensive front showed up talking. Kevin Zeitler has spent two hours quietly walking them backwards, and the talking has stopped. The corner has position, the corner gets a hand on it, and Kevin Zeitler takes it off him anyway. Jimmy Garoppolo is going to keep throwing there all night. Everybody in the building tracks the flight, nobody breathes, and then Kevin Zeitler hears the roar behind him. Good from 52.

Kevin Zeitler mimes an enormous phone call from behind the goalpost, pointing at the ball, nodding seriously, holding up one finger to ask the crowd for quiet. Nobody quiets. He says a few words into his hand and hangs up. Mekhi Becton takes the imaginary phone next and gets flagged for a call that lasted too long.

Ugly scene. James Daniels is out of the game, the network has stopped showing replays, and the head coach is walking his own players back one at a time. Second time in three drives. Green Bay Shareholders punches it in from the two and our front seven is standing there with hands on knees.

Reggie Gilliam takes the handoff, hits the A-gap, and there is NOBODY bringing him down at first contact! Five hard ones! The rush comes free, Reggie Gilliam floats it over the top, and here comes the CONVOY in front of Antonio Gibson! Fourth and goal, football on the one. Antonio Gibson gets it on the dive, climbs the back of his own center, and the officials put both arms straight up. Through the uprights! Jonnu Smith adds the point after and the lead grows by one.

Antonio Gibson mimes a cigar length of a forearm and Jonnu Smith arrives to cup both hands around an invisible match. The lighting takes a while -- there is wind in the end zone, apparently. Antonio Gibson takes one enormous pull, tips his head back, and blows a plume of nothing straight up at the lights. The Green Bay Shareholders bench watches all of it and does not enjoy a second of it.

Curtis Samuel runs that exchange like clockwork and the perimeter belongs to them. Little plays like this stretch a defense sideways all afternoon. Jonnu Smith takes the handoff, hits the A-gap, takes what is there and stays inbounds. Clock rolling. Jonnu Smith waits, waits, and then goes. Patience on a draw is the difference between two yards and twenty, and he had all of it.

Reggie Gilliam sprints the length of the field with the game ball. Antonio Gibson chases him the whole way and never gains a yard. And here is the answer to our game show Elimi-Date Night! Ferrell Buchanan of Rainy Butte, North Dakota, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'How many people can you bring to a football game before it stops being a date?' The answer was of course two, and the third one always brings binoculars. Ferrell therefore wins a coupon for two large pizzas at a place that only makes small ones! My spotter fell asleep somewhere around the two-minute warning. I let him sleep. He earned it. That's everything. Coming up: 'Top Gear: Merging Onto the Highway at Rush Hour.' Nobody makes it.

Matchday 14 — vs Buffalo Table-Breakers

35-40 (L)

Third and 8, empty backfield, and Taylor Decker takes him down before the route concept ever develops. Punt team. Erased. Taylor Decker has travelled with their number one all afternoon and that man has not seen a football since the coin toss. A false start backs them up five yards and it does not matter one bit. Good from forty-two, and Buffalo Table-Breakers stretches the lead.

Zero blitz. No safety help, no margin for error, and Taylor Decker comes clean off the slot to blow the entire thing up. The bench EMPTIES! Jonnu Smith turns a broken play into the loudest fourteen seconds this building has heard all afternoon! Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Mekhi Becton hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

A conga line forms out of nowhere: Jonnu Smith at the front, Reggie Gilliam on his hips, and by the end of the end zone there are nine men in it including a trainer who should absolutely know better. It snakes past the goalpost and back. The head coach is on the sideline with both hands over his face, laughing.

Second and 9. Kevin Zeitler stuffs it for a yard. Their ground game has averaged next to nothing since halftime. Splits the uprights. Buffalo Table-Breakers settles for three, and we will take that trade every single time after where that drive started.

Completion down the right sideline from Jimmy Garoppolo, twenty-two yards, and the defender never turned his head around. Twelve plays, eighty-one yards, and it ends with Curtis Samuel diving in with three defenders hanging off his shoulder pads. That is a drive. Jimmy Garoppolo taps the point after through and this one is academic. Seven on the board.

BLOWN UP IN THE BACKFIELD! Kevin Zeitler shoots the A-gap and drops him four yards behind the line of scrimmage! Kevin Zeitler folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. Clean snap, laces out, and the kick is pure. Buffalo Table-Breakers is on the board, and there is nothing to complain about there -- that was textbook.

The break. Curtis Samuel stretches that groin out along the wall while the coordinator talks. One from the archives: Curtis Samuel once conducted the visiting fight song from the sideline. Nobody stopped it. Nobody has ever explained why. And now, our halftime TV game show Hollywood Squares Office Pool! To win a laminated office pool grid from a company that no longer exists, text BLITZ to 555-0155 and answer this question: 'Who fills out the office pool square that nobody claims?' Both teams take the field. The chains reset. The story does not.

Free runner off the left edge and Jimmy Garoppolo goes down HARD. Loss of eight, and this drive just went into reverse. FAKE! Jimmy Garoppolo pulls it down, steps up and fires to Jonnu Smith for the first down! The punt team just stole a possession! Nobody covered him. Jonnu Smith releases inside, sits down in the corner of the end zone, and the throw is a formality. Point after by Josh Reynolds is no good. The score stays at six on the drive.

Sack number, oh, does it even matter now? Kevin Zeitler gets there AGAIN, and their right tackle is still looking for his helmet. Interference on Kevin Zeitler. Automatic first down, the drive stays alive, and this defense has to line up all over again. Six for Buffalo Table-Breakers. Nobody carried the crosser, and that was a walk-in from twelve yards out.

OH, THE BALL IS OUT! Jack Conklin takes the arm on the way down and the football is loose -- AND WE HAVE IT! HE IS IN! Jack Conklin takes the handoff, finds the crease in the B-gap and finishes it standing straight up! The analytics chart said go for two. Antonio Gibson just made that chart look like a genius.

Jack Conklin takes a knee, bows his head for a beat, then rises and points both hands to a single section in the upper deck. Somebody up there is holding a sign with his mother's name on it. The broadcast finds her in eleven seconds. She is destroyed and so is half the country watching.

Second time in three drives. Buffalo Table-Breakers punches it in from the two and our front seven is standing there with hands on knees.

The first one is free. The next body out of that bench area costs five yards, and the one after that costs fifteen, and Taylor Decker knows it -- watch him pull two teammates back off the numbers.

Helmets on the turf, referees buried in the middle of it, Antonio Gibson disqualified. Whatever this game was about ten seconds ago, it is about something else now. Screen pass, one missed tackle at the thirty, and Buffalo Table-Breakers is gone. That is a fundamentals problem, and the fundamentals are ours to fix.

The interior of that defensive line is getting worn down, and Reggie Gilliam is the reason. Every carry has moved the pile the same direction. Second and goal from the four. Inside zone, Reggie Gilliam presses the edge, cuts it up underneath and gets in. Touchdown. Through the uprights! James Daniels adds the point after and the lead grows by one.

Both linemen arrive first, which never happens, and they get to the end zone before the man who scored. Reggie Gilliam has to wait for three hundred pounds of guard to finish a shoulder shimmy that would embarrass a wedding reception. The crowd loses it. The center attempts a split and is helped up by two teammates and a trainer.

Loss of four. Jonnu Smith makes the stop, the chains do not move, and their sideline is already talking about field goal range. This one is on the headsets, not the player. Jonnu Smith was sent out for a package that got waved off two seconds too late. Field position, then penalties, then the score. Buffalo Table-Breakers has taken this game away from us one small mistake at a time.

James Daniels met that running back in a phone booth, and there was only ever room for one of them. That is the third field goal of the day for Buffalo Table-Breakers. All those red zone stops, and we are still staring at nine points from a kicker.

First and 10 from the 20, 1:52 on the clock, nothing burned yet, and Jimmy Garoppolo has the football in his hands. This is the drive. Reception by Jimmy Garoppolo, eighteen yards after contact, brought down at the forty-four.

Jonnu Smith yanks his chinstrap loose and lets the helmet hang off two fingers. Kevin Zeitler carries his by the facemask. And here is the answer to our game Hollywood Squares Office Pool! Marvin Tuttlebee of Bent Antenna, Wisconsin, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'Who fills out the office pool square that nobody claims?' The answer was of course a man in accounting named Dale, and Dale wins every year. Marvin takes home a laminated office pool grid from a company that no longer exists! Tonight I learned that Jonnu Smith's father was a volunteer firefighter. The genes remain undefeated. That's all for us. Next: 'Restaurant Impossible: Getting a Table Without a Reservation.' They fail.

Matchday 15 — vs Philadelphia Pole-Greasers

26-36 (L)

Splits the uprights. Philadelphia Pole-Greasers settles for three, and we will take that trade every single time after where that drive started.

Third and 9, five-man protection, Mekhi Becton handles his man one on one and the completion moves the sticks. Fourth and 6 at the 15, field goal unit on, Mekhi Becton converts from 33. Three points.

Perfect technique from Mekhi Becton -- he plays the ball, not the man, and there is not a flag anywhere on this field. Third and 8, empty backfield, and Taylor Decker takes him down before the route concept ever develops. Punt team. It is up, and it is through. Three more for Philadelphia Pole-Greasers, and a two-possession game feels a whole lot different than a one-possession game.

OH, THAT IS A GIFT AND HE UNWRAPPED IT! Reggie Gilliam with the pick, and the whole sideline is coming over the bench! The beauty of it is that Reggie Gilliam spins away from the pursuit, not into it. Turn the other way and that is a two-yard loss. No wind, no pressure off the edge, no doubt from Reggie Gilliam. Down the middle from 36.

Ball goes under the arm, Reggie Gilliam sprints straight to the Philadelphia Pole-Greasers logo at midfield and plants both feet on it, arms wide. Their entire sideline comes off the bench at once. Officials sprint in. Josh Reynolds gets there first and drags him off the paint by the jersey while the home crowd screams for blood.

Loss of four. James Daniels makes the stop, the chains do not move, and their sideline is already talking about field goal range. Right down the middle from thirty-four. Philadelphia Pole-Greasers caps a twelve-play march with three, and eight minutes came off that clock with it.

The room settles. Mekhi Becton pulls a hoodie over the pads and yanks the strings tight. Fun fact: Mekhi Becton's cousin plays sousaphone in that band. Either way, he is going to hear about it tonight. And now, our halftime TV game show Tradio, the Swap Shop of the Air! To win a canoe trailer traded for a lawn mower traded for a couch, text BLITZ to 555-2557 and answer this question: 'What is a used tailgate grill worth in a straight trade?' Second half underway in a moment. The adjustments are made, now they have to hold up.

Press at the line, hip to hip down the numbers -- Jack Conklin takes the release away and the throw never leaves the quarterback's hand. Kevin Zeitler folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. That is a green-dog by Kevin Zeitler: their back stays in to protect, so he converts to rush and hits the A-gap before the guard can turn his head.

The pulling guard never found him. Reggie Gilliam shot the crease, met the ball carrier in the hole, and drove him back into his own backfield. Our rush gets a hand up and misses by six inches. It is good anyway. Three for Philadelphia Pole-Greasers, and the block unit walks off shaking their heads.

Back-shoulder, and Jonnu Smith smells it coming. He plants, opens the hips, and knocks it away in the corner of the end zone. SAFETY! Curtis Samuel runs the arc, catches the opposing quarterback on his back foot and drops him in his own end zone -- two points!

That is a violent arrival. Kevin Zeitler gets there at the same instant as the football and the receiver hears every bit of it -- they will not be throwing many more his way tonight. That is the third field goal of the day for Philadelphia Pole-Greasers. All those red zone stops, and we are still staring at nine points from a kicker.

Encroachment, defense. Jimmy Garoppolo gets five yards and the down over again without a hand on the ball. He let it FLY and it is still climbing -- James Daniels launches, Jimmy Garoppolo runs under it at the five, and that is fifty-eight yards of touchdown! Watch the design: two receivers clear out the short zone, Jimmy Garoppolo holds the safety with his eyes, and Antonio Gibson walks into a vacated end zone.

Jimmy Garoppolo digs a red challenge flag out of his own sock and throws it on his own touchdown. He signals for a review of himself, hands squared into a box, completely serious about it. The referee looks at the flag lying on the turf for a long moment and then simply walks away from it. Reggie Gilliam picks it up and throws it again.

Kevin Zeitler met that running back in a phone booth, and there was only ever room for one of them. IT IS A HEADCOUNT! Somebody on this sideline needs a clicker, because the official counted twice before he threw it at Kevin Zeitler! Play action freezes our linebackers, the tight end slips out behind them, and Philadelphia Pole-Greasers scores with nobody in the picture. That is a bust, plain and simple.

Second and goal from the seven. Flat and corner combination, Jimmy Garoppolo takes the corner route, and Jonnu Smith catches it a yard deep with the pylon on his hip. Touchdown. They are looking at two things on the Kevin Zeitler play: possession all the way through the ground, and whether the knee was down before the football came out. The replay runs four times on the big board, and four times this crowd gets a little louder for Kevin Zeitler. Mekhi Becton converts. Seven points on the drive.

Kevin Zeitler turns to the corner section, lifts both arms slowly, and starts a wave. It clears the end zone, climbs the upper deck, comes all the way around the far side and finds him again, and he sends it straight back out. Three full laps. The extra point unit is standing on the field and the officials are waiting and nobody in this building is willing to be the one who lets it die.

Field position, then penalties, then the score. Philadelphia Pole-Greasers has taken this game away from us one small mistake at a time.

You can see it in the pad level. Jack Conklin and the men beside him are coming off the ball lower than that front four, and this fight was decided in the second quarter. Contested catch by Jack Conklin, twenty-six yards down the left side. First down at the forty. GET THE TAPE MEASURE OUT! Jack Conklin from 56 and there was never a question after the first bounce of the crowd noise.

Up onto the padded barrier in front of the first row, both feet off the turf, and Jack Conklin vanishes into a crush of jerseys and spilled beer. Two fans have him by the shoulder pads and are not letting go. He drops back onto the grass with somebody's foam finger and no idea whose it is. The Philadelphia Pole-Greasers sideline watches this with the expression of men attending a funeral.

Two sidelines at midfield, punches out on the edges, and Jonnu Smith identified by the officials. That costs yardage and it costs personnel. Back shoulder fade at the pylon, and Philadelphia Pole-Greasers comes down with it over a defender who had inside leverage and nothing behind him. Perfectly placed, and this one is on us.

Nobody is sitting down. Not one seat in this stadium is being used. Jimmy Garoppolo claps for the snap and the drive of the year is officially alive. TWO MINUTES TO PLAY! Everything before this was the warmup -- Jimmy Garoppolo and this offense get 120 seconds to write the ending! Coverage locked up, rush closing in, and Jimmy Garoppolo finds the outlet a heartbeat before contact -- and look at Reggie Gilliam go for eleven!

Jonnu Smith and Josh Reynolds sit shoulder to shoulder in full pads. Neither one moves for a very long time. And here is the answer to our game show Tradio, the Swap Shop of the Air! Rondal Doyle Whitmire of Hog Waller Ferry, Georgia, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'What is a used tailgate grill worth in a straight trade?' The answer was of course one deep freezer, or two if the wheels still turn. Rondal Doyle therefore wins a canoe trailer traded for a lawn mower traded for a couch! I tried to take notes in the fourth quarter and produced two pages of pure scribble. The archive will not thank me. See you at the next one. And now, 'Say Yes to the Dress: Finding Pants That Still Fit.' Tears expected.