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Matchday 1 — vs Kansas City Burnt-Ends

18-19 (L)

Third and 8, empty backfield, and Jahmyr Gibbs takes him down before the route concept ever develops. Punt team. This is the value of travel coverage: Jahmyr Gibbs 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 Kansas City Burnt-Ends, and a two-possession game feels a whole lot different than a one-possession game.

Jonah Jackson 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. Second and nine, Jonah Jackson spins off the first tackler and gets to the marker. Fourth quarter, and he is still doing that. The drive dies at the 12, but Jonah Jackson makes sure it was not a wasted trip down the field.

Off tackle to the right, Jahmyr Gibbs for eight. First down at the forty-one. From 51, on the road, into the open end of this stadium. Jahmyr Gibbs makes it. Three points.

Second and 9. Jonah Jackson stuffs it for a yard. Their ground game has averaged next to nothing since halftime. 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.

TIMEOUT, TIMEOUT! Jordan Love gets both arms up with one second on the play clock and this sideline just aged a decade! That is a gorgeous kick-out block, and Jordan Love does the rest -- foot in the ground, north and south, nine yards. FIFTY-FOUR YARDS AND HE HAS THE LEG! Jordan Love drills it and this place comes UNGLUED!

Slow, deliberate, ceremonial: Jordan Love places the football on the goal line, straightens it twice, then steps back and salutes it. The bench salutes with him. Fourteen men at attention over a football. The referee has to break the formation up personally.

Halftime. The shoulder pads come off Tucker Kraft and the steam coming off is genuinely visible. Fun fact: Tucker Kraft once lost a fight with the sideline kicking net. The net remains undefeated in this building. And now, our halftime TV game show To Tell the Truth About the Coin Toss! To win a ceremonial coin the approximate size of a manhole cover, text BLITZ to 555-0334 and answer this question: 'Which side of a coin is the honest side?' The kicker sets up alone on his 35 while the coverage unit waits down on the far 40. The stadium counts him down.

NO SIR! Joe Thuney gets a hand in at the last possible instant and that football hits the turf! Jonah Jackson folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. Third and fourteen killed the drive, and the kicker finishes what the offense could not. Kansas City Burnt-Ends adds three and this becomes a chess match.

That one stings. Jordan Love put it on a platter and Amon-Ra St. Brown lets it clank off the palms. Third down coming up. Watch the angle from Josh Jacobs -- he takes it off the right hash, aims at the numbers and puts it out of bounds inside the four. Directional punting of the highest order.

That is the third field goal of the day for Kansas City Burnt-Ends. All those red zone stops, and we are still staring at nine points from a kicker.

Their sideline is out of ideas. Jahmyr Gibbs shadows the route, the quarterback checks it down for two, and the chains stay right where they are. There is nowhere left to go when the wall is already at your back, and Garrett Bradbury just took away the last two yards they had.

Interference on Jonah Jackson. Automatic first down, the drive stays alive, and this defense has to line up all over again. And the flag gets picked up. Kansas City Burnt-Ends keeps the touchdown, our sideline is screaming at the officials, and the scoreboard does not care one bit.

OVER THE TOP! Jahmyr Gibbs goes airborne from the one and comes down with the nose of the football across the plane -- touchdown! Everything on this drive now rides on one frame of tape. Jordan Love is on the sideline, helmet off, eyes locked on the big board. Nothing on the scoreboard changes, nobody in here ever stopped celebrating, and the extra point unit is already lined up. Six for Jordan Love. The loneliest job in football is the one where making it earns you nothing, and Justin Jefferson just made it again.

Jordan Love mimes lifting an enormous, impossibly heavy trophy off the turf -- knees bent, back straight, veins popping. It takes him four seconds to get it overhead. Christian Darrisaw spots him like a training partner. They parade it around the end zone and hand it, ceremonially, to the referee, who does not accept it.

Onside attempt, recovered by Christian Darrisaw. Our football near midfield and the huddle is already forming. Somebody is going to sit through that clip in a defensive backs meeting on Wednesday, and Christian Darrisaw will not be the one squirming.

Garrett Bradbury apologizes to the offensive line, one man at a time. Joe Thuney tells him to stop. And here is the answer to our game To Tell the Truth About the Coin Toss! Cecil Wampler of Two Bit Crossing, Montana, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'Which side of a coin is the honest side?' The answer was of course the edge, which is exactly why it never gets to speak. Cecil takes home a ceremonial coin the approximate size of a manhole cover! Fun fact: this chair is missing a wheel. Every time I lean left, I take a small unplanned trip. Good night, all. Stay tuned for 'Bar Rescue: A Folding Table and a Cooler.' The consultant is furious.

Matchday 2 — vs Miami Champagne-Corks

28-13 (W)

Fourth and 4, they go to their number one, and Joe Thuney says absolutely not. Ball on the ground, ball back to us. Our rush gets a hand up and misses by six inches. It is good anyway. Three for Miami Champagne-Corks, and the block unit walks off shaking their heads.

Play action from under center, Jordan Love finds Amon-Ra St. Brown on the deep over route for twenty-six. Their nickel had Amon-Ra St. Brown 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. Clean pocket, seven step drop, no help underneath. Amon-Ra St. Brown beats the jam at the line and separates late down the numbers. Fifty-plus in the air. Justin Jefferson converts. Seven points on the drive.

Amon-Ra St. Brown drops flat on his back in the end zone and makes a snow angel in turf that has never seen snow. Jordan Love 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.

Twelve plays, eighty-one yards, and it ends with Josh Jacobs diving in with three defenders hanging off his shoulder pads. That is a drive. The play by Josh Jacobs is under review. The referee takes the tablet at the sideline, and this whole stadium drops to a murmur at once. This entire building celebrated for ninety seconds and is now studying a still frame of one left cleat belonging to Josh Jacobs.

Loss of four. Joe Thuney makes the stop, the chains do not move, and their sideline is already talking about field goal range. Splits the uprights. Miami Champagne-Corks settles for three, and we will take that trade every single time after where that drive started.

Look at the get-off from Joe Thuney -- he is two yards upfield before the center's hand leaves the football. You cannot block that. He hooked it. The Miami Champagne-Corks kicker got too far around the ball, it starts inside the upright and just keeps turning. No good, and their drive dies with nothing on it.

The coordinators head for the whiteboard. Zach Tom drags a chair right up to the front row. Halftime entertainment: a dog catching frisbees. Statistically the highest rated segment of the season. And now, our halftime TV game show Singled Out at the Deli Counter! To win a numbered ticket for a deli counter that closed at four, text BLITZ to 555-2284 and answer this question: 'What is the correct amount of potato salad for a party of one?' Second half. The sideline heaters are glowing and the intensity is back up.

Screen to the right from Jordan Love, blockers out in front, brought down after a gain of fourteen. TOE TAP! Jahmyr Gibbs gets one foot down, then the other, and drags them BOTH in bounds! Jordan Love trusted him to be exactly there! BLOCKED! A hand comes over the top of the shield and the kick from Jahmyr Gibbs never gets above shoulder height.

Tucker Kraft gets hauled out of the middle of it along with a body from the other side. The flags offset, the consequences do not. Second time in three drives. Miami Champagne-Corks punches it in from the two and our front seven is standing there with hands on knees.

Jahmyr Gibbs has that receiver on a short leash, and the leash has not moved an inch since the opening kickoff. Three hurries on the last four dropbacks, two of them charged to Amon-Ra St. Brown.

Nobody is catching him! Jordan Love authored five yards of that play and Justin Jefferson wrote the other forty himself. The sideline is coming apart. Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Zach Tom hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed. The whole bench is celebrating and the officials are already reaching for laundry! Justin Jefferson took the prop celebration one beat too far and it is going to cost this team real field position.

Justin Jefferson 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. That ball dropped in like a key sliding into a lock, and Justin Jefferson was standing in the end zone before this crowd got its hands up. The 33-yard extra point stopped being free a long time ago, but Christian Darrisaw still treats it like it is. Right down the pipe.

Look across the field: the other bench is dead silent and staring at ours. Amon-Ra St. Brown made sure they could hear every second of that. Jahmyr Gibbs is wrestling a couch up a stairwell out there. Ugly, heavy, and it always ends up where it was going.

Play action, quick game off it from Jordan Love, and Amon-Ra St. Brown has a free release into the flat with nobody within five yards. Six on the board. Jordan Love works so fast that the crowd is still chanting about the touchdown when the football is already through. They warned both sidelines at the coin toss. Josh Jacobs knows the rule, the league mails a video about it every August, and he does it anyway.

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. Amon-Ra St. Brown is in the middle of it with his helmet off. Somebody's mouthguard lands twenty yards away and nobody goes and gets it.

Zach Tom and Amon-Ra St. Brown pour water over Jahmyr Gibbs, who was not paying attention and is now extremely awake. And here is the answer to our game show Singled Out at the Deli Counter! Charlene Doty Kirkpatrick of Persimmon Flat, Missouri, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'What is the correct amount of potato salad for a party of one?' The answer was of course three pounds, because tomorrow is also a day. Charlene therefore wins a numbered ticket for a deli counter that closed at four! 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

52-23 (W)

The incompletion is wiped out. Jordan Love throws it away, absorbs the hit, and the penalty turns a punt into a fresh set of downs. Second and 7, Jordan Love catches the snap in the gun and fires the quick game out to Amon-Ra St. Brown for a gain of six. Chains keep crawling. TOUCHDOWN! Jordan Love puts it on a rope and Amon-Ra St. Brown squeezes it in with a defender draped all over his back! Amon-Ra St. Brown taps the point after through and this one is academic. Seven on the board.

Amon-Ra St. Brown spikes it, Tucker Kraft 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.

Garrett Bradbury met that running back in a phone booth, and there was only ever room for one of them. Fifty-one yards and it is good with room to spare. Cleveland Blank-Helmets takes the lead back, and their kicker just woke that whole sideline up.

Completion underneath from Jordan Love to Justin Jefferson, wrapped up after the catch, and the offense hustles back to the line. Off tackle it is, the tight end seals the edge, and Justin Jefferson is into the second level untouched! Fourth and 6 at the 15, field goal unit on, Justin Jefferson converts from 33. Three points.

Two linemen plant themselves on the goal line with their arms straight up as uprights, and Amon-Ra St. Brown snaps the ball back through his legs. Justin Jefferson 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.

He is UNBLOCKABLE right now! Zach Tom is in the backfield again and their offensive coordinator just slammed the call sheet down! This place is SHAKING! Zach Tom has been living in that backfield all night and every soul in here knows it! A false start backs them up five yards and it does not matter one bit. Good from forty-two, and Cleveland Blank-Helmets stretches the lead.

Second and 9, empty look, Jordan Love to Josh Jacobs underneath for seven. Double team up to the linebacker, Josh Jacobs climbs to the second level, and the running back has not been touched behind the line all half. TAKE THE TOP OFF! Jordan Love steps into the throw and hits Josh Jacobs in stride at the twenty-five with nothing but painted grass in front of him! Through the uprights! Justin Jefferson adds the point after and the lead grows by one.

Josh Jacobs 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.

Halftime. Tucker Kraft runs a towel over his face and it comes away a completely different color. Small detail: Tucker Kraft tips the equipment staff after every road game. Cash. Every time. Nobody ever asked Tucker Kraft to. And now, our halftime TV game show The Weakest Left Tackle! To win a folding chair rated for exactly one lineman and not one lineman more, text BLITZ to 555-0208 and answer this question: 'How many linemen can share one folding chair before physics gets involved?' The tee is set. Everybody in this building leans forward a little.

Perfect technique from Joe Thuney -- he plays the ball, not the man, and there is not a flag anywhere on this field. Right down the middle from thirty-four. Cleveland Blank-Helmets caps a twelve-play march with three, and eight minutes came off that clock with it.

MERCY! Tucker Kraft just made a professional tackler look like a man stepping onto ice! Duo concept, double team on the nose, and the backside linebacker gets washed all the way out. Tucker Kraft runs into a hole that three of his teammates built for him. Josh Jacobs jogs on, kicks it through, jogs off. If you blinked you missed the whole thing, and that is exactly the idea.

Tucker Kraft mimes a cigar length of a forearm and Joe Thuney arrives to cup both hands around an invisible match. The lighting takes a while -- there is wind in the end zone, apparently. Tucker Kraft takes one enormous pull, tips his head back, and blows a plume of nothing straight up at the lights. The Cleveland Blank-Helmets bench watches all of it and does not enjoy a second of it.

OH MY GOODNESS, THE THUMP! Josh Jacobs arrives in the open field and you heard that one from the upper deck! One bad decision and it costs them six the other way! Josh Jacobs makes them pay in full, and the whole defense is sprinting down there to find him. Josh Jacobs works so fast that the crowd is still chanting about the touchdown when the football is already through.

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

LAID OUT! Joe Thuney squares him up in space and puts him on the ground at the 22 -- no yards after, no daylight! THEY CANNOT FIND HIM! Joe Thuney is in his back pocket and their quarterback has come off him to the checkdown four straight snaps! Zach Tom arrives at the same time as the football, and that throw goes nowhere but the dirt.

Back shoulder fade at the pylon, and Cleveland Blank-Helmets comes down with it over a defender who had inside leverage and nothing behind him. Perfectly placed, and this one is on us.

This is the part of the game nobody clips for social media, and it is the part that decides Sundays. Jordan Love is coaching from the line of scrimmage. This is the throw that separates arms. Jordan Love has to beat a corner driving downhill from ten yards away, and he beats him with pure velocity. Credit the design here: two receivers crack the safeties, Jordan Love throws it on rhythm, and Justin Jefferson catches the ball with a convoy already in front of him. Jordan Love converts. Seven points on the drive.

Justin Jefferson sets the ball down on the pylon, backs up ten yards, and lines it up like a putt. He reads the break. He actually reads the break. Tucker Kraft tends the imaginary flag while the referee walks over with a flag of a very different kind.

Corner route out of the slot, one on one, no help inside. Amon-Ra St. Brown wins at the top of the stem and the throw beats the safety. Touchdown. The 33-yard extra point stopped being free a long time ago, but Jordan Love still treats it like it is. Right down the pipe. Great play, terrible arithmetic. Jahmyr Gibbs gains 22 and hands 15 of them straight back with the celebration.

Third and 9, five-man protection, Christian Darrisaw handles his man one on one and the completion moves the sticks. Second and 8 from the 22, Christian Darrisaw connects on the go route for fifty-one yards. Screen game to the field side. Tucker Kraft follows the guard, cuts off his hip at the thirty and finishes it untouched. Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Jordan Love hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

Two sidelines at midfield, punches out on the edges, and Josh Jacobs identified by the officials. That costs yardage and it costs personnel. Cleveland Blank-Helmets 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.

Jet sweep to the right, Justin Jefferson on the handoff, gain of nine to the thirty-two. Hand it to Tucker Kraft, let him take what is there, huddle slow, snap it at two. Repeat until the horn. That is the entire playbook at the moment. Third and long, draw to Tucker Kraft, gain of fourteen. They will take that every single time.

Zach Tom runs a victory lap around the field with his helmet raised. Jordan Love cuts across the middle and beats him back. And here is the answer to our game The Weakest Left Tackle! Ray Dean Wobbleton of Anvil Flats, Kentucky, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'How many linemen can share one folding chair before physics gets involved?' The answer was of course one and a half, and the half is the one everybody remembers. Ray Dean takes home a folding chair rated for exactly one lineman and not one lineman more! Tonight I drank a coffee that had been sitting there since warmups. I regret it and I would do it again. Good night. And now, 'American Pickers: Everything in My Uncle's Garage Is Broken.' Emotional finale.

Matchday 4 — vs New Orleans Bag-Heads

45-18 (W)

Penetration on the strong side by Josh Jacobs, the pulling guard grabs nothing but air, and the whole run concept dies on the hash marks. 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.

Heavy personnel, six offensive linemen, and there was no mystery whatsoever about the call. Did not matter: Josh Jacobs follows the fullback and gets it in. Ninety seconds locked on a sideline monitor, and Tucker Kraft has aged about a year for every one of them. After review, the ruling on the field stands. Touchdown, Tucker Kraft. Tucker Kraft taps the point after through and this one is academic. Seven on the board.

Tucker Kraft hurdles a downed defender on the way in, and once he is over the line he turns around and hurdles Jahmyr Gibbs for good measure. Jahmyr Gibbs 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.

They came back to the inside zone that worked in the first quarter. Garrett Bradbury adjusted the fit, took the cutback lane away, and it died on contact. Our rush gets a hand up and misses by six inches. It is good anyway. Three for New Orleans Bag-Heads, and the block unit walks off shaking their heads.

He played the eyes the entire way. Tucker Kraft never looked at the receiver -- he broke on the shoulder turn and the football came to him. That is a big man staying on his feet through contact. Tucker Kraft refuses to go down and the value of the run doubles. No wind, no pressure off the edge, no doubt from Tucker Kraft. Down the middle from 36.

Some quarterbacks force it into a crowd. Jordan Love just picks up the coupon the defense left on the table. The defensive front showed up talking. Jahmyr Gibbs has spent two hours quietly walking them backwards, and the talking has stopped. That football hung up there long enough for the whole stadium to do the math, and Jahmyr Gibbs was the only man in the building who got the answer right. Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Christian Darrisaw hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

Jahmyr Gibbs 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 Jahmyr Gibbs walks off without looking back.

Break. Jonah Jackson takes an IV in the back room, cleared by the team doctor. Not a habit, and not allowed to be one. Tonight's act is a tribute band. A tribute band to a group that is currently on tour. Let that sit for a second. And now, our halftime TV game show Jeopar-Deep Zone! To win a fifty-yard tape measure that stops without explanation at forty-one, text BLITZ to 555-0026 and answer this question: 'How much does a laminated play sheet weigh after a rainstorm?' It is a brand new game from here, and the kickoff proves it.

Second and long just got worse. Josh Jacobs with the sack, seven yards back, and the chains are a memory. Press at the line, hip to hip down the numbers -- Josh Jacobs takes the release away and the throw never leaves the quarterback's hand. 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.

POUNDED it in there! Josh Jacobs through the B-gap with the pads low, and the chains are moving again. Clean snap, laces away, and Josh Jacobs does exactly what he has done all season from that range. The hold was perfect and he rewarded it.

Jordan Love put that football on the white paint, which is the football version of hanging up before a meeting runs long. Tucker Kraft gives it to Justin Jefferson on the fly, and their corner is caught peeking into the backfield. Nine free yards. The throw was a rounding error. Everything after it belonged to Justin Jefferson, who turned a checkdown into a highlight tape. The interior got knocked back a full yard at the snap and Jahmyr Gibbs had nowhere to put his foot. That play failed before he ever touched the ball.

Third and fourteen killed the drive, and the kicker finishes what the offense could not. New Orleans Bag-Heads adds three and this becomes a chess match.

Their front four ran themselves eight yards past the football, and by the time the safety got downhill, Jahmyr Gibbs had already turned this into a chunk play. Jahmyr Gibbs goes in low like a man forcing a jammed door with his shoulder, and the frame finally lets go. He STUCK it in there! Not one inch of daylight anywhere on that line and Jahmyr Gibbs finds a way through it anyway! Jordan Love works so fast that the crowd is still chanting about the touchdown when the football is already through.

Jahmyr Gibbs spikes it, Tucker Kraft 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.

Somebody is going to run out of voice before this quarter is over, and it is going to be Josh Jacobs. Zach Tom sells the mesh and lets it go flat, and the entire defensive front is running the wrong direction.

One tick left on the play clock. Jordan Love calls it, the officials grant it, and the offense finally gets to breathe. Third and 8 with 1:12 showing, Jordan Love hits the out route and the receiver steps out at the 41. Clock stopped, timeouts intact. THAT IS GOOD, AND IT WAS NEVER ANYTHING ELSE! Amon-Ra St. Brown from 29 and that ball never wobbles once.

Amon-Ra St. Brown doesn't celebrate. He hands the ball to the nearest official, taps him on the shoulder pad, and jogs to the sideline like a man returning a library book. Jahmyr Gibbs is screaming in his face the entire way and getting nothing back. The silence of it somehow makes the crowd louder.

Cheap yards are the best yards in this league, and Jordan Love just talked the other side out of five of them. He let it FLY and it is still climbing -- Justin Jefferson launches, Jordan Love runs under it at the five, and that is fifty-eight yards of touchdown! Stopped short! Jahmyr Gibbs is wrapped up a yard from the goal line and the two-point attempt fails.

That is a violent arrival. Christian Darrisaw 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. Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. Joe Thuney wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan. Clean snap, laces out, and the kick is pure. New Orleans Bag-Heads is on the board, and there is nothing to complain about there -- that was textbook.

ONE HAND! Justin Jefferson reaches out with the right and PLUCKS it out of the sky! Jordan Love put it in the only place a defender could not reach! Justin Jefferson treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

Six men form a rowing crew in the end zone, Justin Jefferson at the stroke seat, and they pull hard in perfect rhythm across the goal line. Joe Thuney is the coxswain and he is screaming a cadence nobody can hear. It is the most coordinated thing this offense has done all season.

BLOWN UP IN THE BACKFIELD! Garrett Bradbury shoots the A-gap and drops him four yards behind the line of scrimmage! BOOM! Garrett Bradbury comes off the edge untouched and puts the opposing quarterback in the dirt for a loss of nine! It is up, and it is through. Three more for New Orleans Bag-Heads, and a two-possession game feels a whole lot different than a one-possession game.

Jordan Love climbs the pocket, checks it down to Jahmyr Gibbs, wrapped up after a gain of five. GRIND IT OUT! Jahmyr Gibbs drops the pads, falls forward, and that defense can do nothing but watch the scoreboard bleed! GONE around the edge! Jahmyr Gibbs feeds Amon-Ra St. Brown in stride and there is nothing but open sideline waiting!

Josh Jacobs sprints the length of the field with the game ball. Tucker Kraft chases him the whole way and never gains a yard. And here is the answer to our game Jeopar-Deep Zone! Nadine Frankenberry of Rooster Ridge, Missouri, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'How much does a laminated play sheet weigh after a rainstorm?' The answer was of course eleven pounds, most of it decisions the coach now regrets. Nadine takes home a fifty-yard tape measure that stops without explanation at forty-one! The press box elevator has been broken since August. Nine flights, every week, all season. My calves say hello. Good night out there. Next: 'Below Deck: A Canoe on a Municipal Pond.' Tensions run high.

Matchday 5 — vs Minnesota Silver-Horns

43-32 (W)

Incomplete. Jonah Jackson breaks it up on third down, and the punt unit starts to jog on. The hands tell the whole story -- Jahmyr Gibbs chops, rips underneath the outside shoulder, and the pocket collapses from the top down. A false start backs them up five yards and it does not matter one bit. Good from forty-two, and Minnesota Silver-Horns stretches the lead.

Ohhh, Garrett Bradbury flinched! The whole line freezes and the flag lands right in front of the umpire. First and 10, Garrett Bradbury hits the slant for eight. Simple, clean, right on schedule. You cannot ask a nickel corner to carry a tight end up the seam. Justin Jefferson stacks him inside the five and the ball arrives over the shoulder the defender cannot find. Tucker Kraft reaches, the ball is short of the plane, and the officials wave it off. Still a six-point drive.

Dunking the football over the crossbar has been illegal for a decade and Justin Jefferson does it anyway, cleanly, two-handed, hanging for a beat. The flag comes out. The crowd does not care about the flag. Neither, from the look of him, does the head coach, who is very deliberately looking somewhere else.

Sack number, oh, does it even matter now? Jahmyr Gibbs gets there AGAIN, and their right tackle is still looking for his helmet. Erased. Jahmyr Gibbs has travelled with their number one all afternoon and that man has not seen a football since the coin toss. Fifty-one yards and it is good with room to spare. Minnesota Silver-Horns takes the lead back, and their kicker just woke that whole sideline up.

You do not grab a man by the facemask in prime time and expect to get away with it. Josh Jacobs just turned three yards into eighteen. Jet motion, and Josh Jacobs puts it in the belly of Tucker Kraft at a dead sprint! He is around the corner before the linebackers can flip their hips! Third and seven from the twelve. They empty the backfield, the mike vacates the middle, and Tucker Kraft finds the soft spot behind the linebackers for the score. Watch the design: two receivers clear out the short zone, Jordan Love holds the safety with his eyes, and Tucker Kraft walks into a vacated end zone.

Tucker Kraft 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. Jonah Jackson has been beside him the entire time, pointing at nothing at all.

THAT IS A WALL! Garrett Bradbury and the front seven meet them square at the point of attack, and there is no crease to be found! It is up, and it is through. Three more for Minnesota Silver-Horns, and a two-possession game feels a whole lot different than a one-possession game.

Second quarter gone. Christian Darrisaw glances at the stat sheet a staffer offers and hands it right back. Fun fact: Christian Darrisaw owns a JUGS machine. A personal one. In the driveway. The neighbors have filed opinions. And now, our halftime TV game show Chain Link Reaction! To win two hundred feet of chain link fencing and absolutely no gate, text BLITZ to 555-2229 and answer this question: 'How many chain crew members does it take to measure a first down correctly?' The offense is loosening up on the sideline. The defense is already lined up out there.

That is veteran nerve from Jordan Love. 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. Look at that defensive line standing straight up out of their stance. That is exhaustion, and Jordan Love is the man who put it there. Watch the plant foot -- Jordan Love puts it right beside the ball, no lean, no hook. Inside 40 that is a rehearsed motion, not a kick.

You can see it in the pad level. Zach Tom and the men beside him are coming off the ball lower than that front four, and this fight was decided in the second quarter. Two-minute drill, no timeouts left, and that sideline grab by Zach Tom keeps the clock stopped and this offense alive at the thirty-four. Zach Tom strikes it, both arms go straight up behind the goalposts, and this crowd gets the three points it came down here for.

Zach Tom mimes a cigar length of a forearm and Jordan Love arrives to cup both hands around an invisible match. The lighting takes a while -- there is wind in the end zone, apparently. Zach Tom takes one enormous pull, tips his head back, and blows a plume of nothing straight up at the lights. The Minnesota Silver-Horns bench watches all of it and does not enjoy a second of it.

Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. Garrett Bradbury wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan. Three-step drop, hitch route, and Garrett Bradbury was sitting on it the whole quarter. He has been baiting that throw since the opening series. Spin move at the line of scrimmage, Garrett Bradbury for seven. Third and two.

Second and 14. Jahmyr Gibbs with the tackle for loss, and that play call goes straight in the garbage. Third and fourteen killed the drive, and the kicker finishes what the offense could not. Minnesota Silver-Horns adds three and this becomes a chess match.

That is a jump ball won by wingspan and by sheer stubbornness, and Amon-Ra St. Brown has an unfair amount of both. Nobody covered him. Amon-Ra St. Brown releases inside, sits down in the corner of the end zone, and the throw is a formality. Ninety-something percent of these go through in this league. Jahmyr Gibbs just found the other bucket, and the one-point margin is now live.

Beautiful key read. Jahmyr Gibbs sees the guard pull, runs the mesh point down, and meets the back before the handoff is even clean. Third and 8, empty backfield, and Jahmyr Gibbs takes him down before the route concept ever develops. Punt team. That is the third field goal of the day for Minnesota Silver-Horns. All those red zone stops, and we are still staring at nine points from a kicker.

The other coordinator is out of coverages and out of time, and Jordan Love knows it. Jordan Love 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. Zach Tom jogs on, kicks it through, jogs off. If you blinked you missed the whole thing, and that is exactly the idea.

Clean snap, laces out, and the kick is pure. Minnesota Silver-Horns is on the board, and there is nothing to complain about there -- that was textbook.

Pre-snap ownership. Jordan Love 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. Second and 4, heavy personnel, and Jordan Love throws it over the top for a gain of thirty-one. Watch the safety bite on the run fake -- that is all Jordan Love needed. One high look, one window, Justin Jefferson sitting down in the back of the end zone. The loneliest job in football is the one where making it earns you nothing, and Garrett Bradbury just made it again.

The touchdown is barely over the line before Justin Jefferson is on one knee, ball held out in front of him, proposing to Joe Thuney. Joe Thuney 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.

Back-shoulder, and Zach Tom smells it coming. He plants, opens the hips, and knocks it away in the corner of the end zone. Five yards marched off. Christian Darrisaw was the twelfth man, and a third and 6 just turned into third and 1 for them. 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.

Man coverage cannot survive traffic. Jordan Love knows the rub is coming underneath and throws it into the pile with total confidence. Every route downfield was covered. Amon-Ra St. Brown threw it to the one man in the stadium who was not, and the offense stays on schedule. That is a five-yard cushion on a 55-yarder. Jahmyr Gibbs did not just make it, he had another division of distance in the tank.

Josh Jacobs jogs backwards asking the official what exactly he was supposed to do out there. The referee already has the microphone down. Six for Minnesota Silver-Horns. Nobody carried the crosser, and that was a walk-in from twelve yards out.

Jonah Jackson and Tucker Kraft argue over who keeps the ball. Justin Jefferson already has it and is halfway to the tunnel. And here is the answer to our game show Chain Link Reaction! Ramona Kaye Stillwell of Antler Bend, Montana, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'How many chain crew members does it take to measure a first down correctly?' The answer was of course three, plus one man who simply enjoys the walk. Ramona Kaye therefore wins two hundred feet of chain link fencing and absolutely no gate! Backstage rumor: Tucker Kraft works as a volunteer firefighter on Sundays. Which is remarkable, given that today is Sunday. That is our broadcast. Coming up: 'Iron Chef: Secret Ingredient Is Whatever Was on Sale.'

Matchday 6 — vs Denver Orange-Barrels

27-20 (W)

The pulling guard never found him. Jonah Jackson shot the crease, met the ball carrier in the hole, and drove him back into his own backfield. Splits the uprights. Denver Orange-Barrels settles for three, and we will take that trade every single time after where that drive started.

Nowhere to go. Joe Thuney plugs the hole and that running back is swallowed up for no gain.

Nobody else within fifteen yards. Joe Thuney with the open-field stop, and that is a five-yard gain instead of a house call. Third and six. Joe Thuney reads the eyes, undercuts the in-breaker at his own thirty-four and takes it back sixty-six yards. Touchdown, defense. The loneliest job in football is the one where making it earns you nothing, and Christian Darrisaw just made it again.

Joe Thuney 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. Joe Thuney accepts the ruling with a small nod and jogs off like a man who simply needed to be sure.

He was beaten by a full step and it did not matter. Garrett Bradbury recovers, finds the ball late, and rakes it out at the catch point. 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.

This is why teams pay linemen real money. Zach Tom drives his man five yards off the ball and Jahmyr Gibbs gets a lane you could park a bus in. The exchange from Jahmyr Gibbs to Tucker Kraft happens at full speed with nobody breaking stride. That is timing you cannot install in a walkthrough. You can hear the strike all the way up in the press box, and Tucker Kraft watches his own football still climbing as it passes the 20.

Off the grass. Joe Thuney bangs the mud out of both cleats against the tunnel wall. The stage crew has ninety seconds to roll out forty sheets of plywood. They will make it. They always make it. And now, our halftime TV game show Blind Date With a Casserole! To win a covered dish that must eventually be returned to a woman named Deb, text BLITZ to 555-2277 and answer this question: 'Whose name is on the masking tape stuck to the bottom of a covered dish?' Second half! The stadium is on its feet and the coverage unit is bouncing.

Watch the snap count discipline. Jordan Love put it on two for a quarter and a half, then held it, and the A-gap blitzer jumped the neutral zone. Nine route from the boundary against off coverage. Jordan Love eats the cushion, stacks the corner, and the football drops over his outside shoulder. Fifty-three yards, touchdown. The coach keeps the offense out there and it pays -- Jordan Love takes the shotgun snap and hits Jahmyr Gibbs on a slant into the end zone. TWO POINTS!

Sack number, oh, does it even matter now? Christian Darrisaw gets there AGAIN, and their right tackle is still looking for his helmet. This is field position turning itself into offense. Backed up on their own two, they try to run play action out of it, and Christian Darrisaw beats the tackle inside before the quarterback finishes his turn.

HE GOT A PIECE OF IT! Jahmyr Gibbs arrives with the football, and their receiver is still asking for a flag that is never coming! Run the tape back on the substitution: Joe Thuney steps in, the call changes, and nobody waves him back. That is the whole penalty in one clip. Ohhh, that one hurts. Denver Orange-Barrels runs the same counter they have run all afternoon, the backside end crashes again, and it is a touchdown.

Interception, Tucker Kraft, at the 40. Our offense comes back out with a short field and a live crowd. BOOM, Tucker Kraft 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! Christian Darrisaw jogs on, kicks it through, jogs off. If you blinked you missed the whole thing, and that is exactly the idea.

Count them up, there are TWELVE out there! Joe Thuney never got the signal to come off, and that is five yards! Field position, then penalties, then the score. Denver Orange-Barrels has taken this game away from us one small mistake at a time.

Handoff to Jahmyr Gibbs, straight ahead, gain of five. Second and five, clock running. Out come the chains, they stretch it tight... FIRST DOWN by the nose of the football! Jahmyr Gibbs got there! That defender went down like a stack of empty crates, and Jahmyr Gibbs never so much as broke stride.

Motion, snap, handoff -- Tucker Kraft is basically a turnstile on this play, and it only works because the defense has to honor everything else he does. Justin Jefferson takes the handoff, hits the A-gap, takes what is there and stays inbounds. Clock rolling. THERE IT IS! Justin Jefferson sticks that foot in the ground on the far hash and there is nothing but green all the way to the safety!

Justin Jefferson sprints the length of the field with the game ball. Jonah Jackson chases him the whole way and never gains a yard. And here is the answer to our game show Blind Date With a Casserole! Fenton Ray Yancey of Bucksnort Ferry, Tennessee, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'Whose name is on the masking tape stuck to the bottom of a covered dish?' The answer was of course Deb's, and Deb has not laid eyes on that dish in nine years. Fenton Ray therefore wins a covered dish that must eventually be returned to a woman named Deb! I have not felt my toes since the thirty-minute mark. I will report back in the spring. We're wrapping it up. Up next: 'Man vs Wild: A Weekend at My In-Laws.' No rescue is coming.

Matchday 7 — vs Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard

19-15 (W)

Freeze it at the stem -- Christian Darrisaw does not bite on the double move, keeps his eyes on the hip, and turns to run before the receiver does.

Clean snap, laces out, and the kick is pure. Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard is on the board, and there is nothing to complain about there -- that was textbook.

SECOND EFFORT from Josh Jacobs! He is stopped, he is not down, and he churns three more feet before the whistle! Josh Jacobs used that back pylon like a fence post -- plant, turn, and the football arrived like it had an appointment. The loneliest job in football is the one where making it earns you nothing, and Justin Jefferson just made it again.

Josh Jacobs 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. Zach Tom has been beside him the entire time, pointing at nothing at all.

He was beaten by a full step and it did not matter. Garrett Bradbury recovers, finds the ball late, and rakes it out at the catch point. Third and fourteen killed the drive, and the kicker finishes what the offense could not. Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard adds three and this becomes a chess match.

HOW did he get that off?! Jordan Love hangs in a collapsing pocket with a rusher in his facemask, turns it loose at the last tick, and Tucker Kraft hauls it in for six! The coverage sat right on top of that route and Justin Jefferson never got separation on the back line. Incomplete, and the scoreboard shows six. It is the second quarter and Amon-Ra St. Brown is celebrating like the confetti has already been ordered. That yellow flag lands at his feet like an invitation nobody wanted.

Second quarter gone. Justin Jefferson glances at the stat sheet a staffer offers and hands it right back. Did you know? Justin Jefferson has a standing rule about never watching the halftime show. Says it breaks his focus. And now, our halftime TV game show The Dating Game of Cornhole! To win a set of cornhole boards built slightly and permanently out of square, text BLITZ to 555-0292 and answer this question: 'How far apart should cornhole boards be if the driveway slopes?' Both teams are set. This next drive is going to tell us plenty.

HE GOT A PIECE OF IT! Zach Tom arrives with the football, and their receiver is still asking for a flag that is never coming! Amon-Ra St. Brown folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. A false start backs them up five yards and it does not matter one bit. Good from forty-two, and Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard stretches the lead.

Every conversion has come through Jahmyr Gibbs. Third and four, third and three, third and two. He is playing keep-away with the whole afternoon.

Look at the get-off from Joe Thuney -- he is two yards upfield before the center's hand leaves the football. You cannot block that. Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. Joe Thuney wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan. Fifty-one yards and it is good with room to spare. Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard takes the lead back, and their kicker just woke that whole sideline up.

The interior of that defensive line is getting worn down, and Jahmyr Gibbs is the reason. Every carry has moved the pile the same direction. There is no elegance in that play and there is not supposed to be. Eleven bodies pushing in one direction, and Jahmyr Gibbs carries the football to the right side of a white line. NO GOOD?! THE EXTRA POINT?! Jonah Jackson pushes it and this stadium has no idea what it just watched.

Helmet off, Jahmyr Gibbs looks up into a stadium doing something he will remember when he is eighty, and he just turns a full slow circle taking it in. No pose, no gesture, nothing for the cameras. Garrett Bradbury stands beside him with a hand on his shoulder pad and lets him have it. The loudest sixty seconds of anybody's season, and neither of them says a word.

The hands tell the whole story -- Jahmyr Gibbs chops, rips underneath the outside shoulder, and the pocket collapses from the top down. This is the hardest tackle in football and Jahmyr Gibbs makes it look routine: break down, chop the feet, wrap and drive.

Two-gap discipline from Joe Thuney: he holds his ground, sheds the double team late, and makes the tackle right on the football. We held them out of the end zone and it still costs us. Three for Chicago Quarterback-Graveyard, because the scoreboard does not hand out credit for good defense.

The other sideline is pleading with the officials to hurry it along, and Jahmyr Gibbs is in absolutely no rush whatsoever. Everybody drops, everybody sprints upfield, and Jahmyr Gibbs walks into a hallway that had four defenders standing in it a second ago.

Jordan Love rips his jersey off over his head. The pads come with it. He is now stuck. And here is the answer to our game The Dating Game of Cornhole! Estelle Yaworski of Slanted Drive, Connecticut, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'How far apart should cornhole boards be if the driveway slopes?' The answer was of course twenty-seven feet uphill and nineteen feet downhill, and nobody is happy. Estelle takes home a set of cornhole boards built slightly and permanently out of square! Between quarters I attempted a wall sit behind the monitors. My producer now believes I am unwell. Thank you for being here. Coming up: 'Forged in Fire: Sharpening the One Good Kitchen Knife.'

Matchday 8 — vs New England Tuck-Rulers

31-20 (W)

The whole bench GOES UP! Garrett Bradbury has his helmet over his head and the entire sideline is bouncing behind him! Cutback lane for Garrett Bradbury, sixteen yards, tackled at the forty-seven.

Justin Jefferson catches it at the boundary, taps the right, taps the left, and falls out. That is going to stand all day long. The unglamorous guy finally gets his! Justin Jefferson blocked on eleven straight snaps and then walked into the end zone on the twelfth. He EARNED that football. Somewhere on that sideline a coordinator is doing arithmetic nobody ever wants to do, all because Tucker Kraft clanged the easiest kick in football.

Play action out of a heavy set pulls both linebackers downhill. Tucker Kraft leaks out on the backside and there is not a defender within eight yards of him. New York has it. The call on the field was a completion to Jordan Love, and it takes clear and obvious evidence to move off that. Freeze it right there -- the football crosses the pylon while Jordan Love still has an elbow in the air. Nothing on that tape to overturn. The 33-yard extra point stopped being free a long time ago, but Joe Thuney still treats it like it is. Right down the pipe.

Jordan Love mimes a cigar length of a forearm and Garrett Bradbury arrives to cup both hands around an invisible match. The lighting takes a while -- there is wind in the end zone, apparently. Jordan Love takes one enormous pull, tips his head back, and blows a plume of nothing straight up at the lights. The New England Tuck-Rulers bench watches all of it and does not enjoy a second of it.

Sack number, oh, does it even matter now? Jahmyr Gibbs gets there AGAIN, and their right tackle is still looking for his helmet. No targets, no catches, no yards. Jahmyr Gibbs is having the kind of quiet game that wins football games. We held them out of the end zone and it still costs us. Three for New England Tuck-Rulers, because the scoreboard does not hand out credit for good defense.

That football sat on the turf for half a second looking for an owner, and Garrett Bradbury adopted it and carried it home. The loneliest job in football is the one where making it earns you nothing, and Joe Thuney just made it again.

Off the field. Joe Thuney shakes hands with a side judge on the way up the tunnel. Forty people in matching vests, one stage, zero margin. The grounds crew are the real athletes tonight. And now, our halftime TV game show Gravel Road Truckers! To win a truck bed liner and the truck it no longer fits, text BLITZ to 555-2503 and answer this question: 'How far is the good parking at a stadium from the actual stadium?' The players stream back onto the field. The third quarter begins right now.

The signal came down from the box far too late. Jordan Love could not match the personnel to the look, and there is no shame at all in saving the yardage. The edge is GONE and Jordan Love is through it! That is a defensive front getting moved off the ball on national television! GET THE TAPE MEASURE OUT! Jordan Love from 56 and there was never a question after the first bounce of the crowd noise.

One step over the goal line and Jordan Love 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.

Third and fourteen killed the drive, and the kicker finishes what the offense could not. New England Tuck-Rulers adds three and this becomes a chess match.

Press at the line, hip to hip down the numbers -- Tucker Kraft takes the release away and the throw never leaves the quarterback's hand. They have first and ten and no room to operate. Joe Thuney 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.

This started with a shove after the whistle and escalated in about two seconds. Tucker Kraft is in the middle of it and the crew will be sorting out numbers for five minutes. Play action freezes our linebackers, the tight end slips out behind them, and New England Tuck-Rulers scores with nobody in the picture. That is a bust, plain and simple.

Justin Jefferson 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. Justin Jefferson strikes it, both arms go straight up behind the goalposts, and this crowd gets the three points it came down here for.

Justin Jefferson 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. Jonah Jackson picks it up and throws it again.

This one is on the headsets, not the player. Joe Thuney was sent out for a package that got waved off two seconds too late. Screen pass, one missed tackle at the thirty, and New England Tuck-Rulers is gone. That is a fundamentals problem, and the fundamentals are ours to fix.

Look at the two linemen out in front of Josh Jacobs -- when a big man is running in space and enjoying himself, somebody is about to get folded up. No wind, no pressure off the edge, no doubt from Josh Jacobs. Down the middle from 36.

Josh Jacobs drops flat on his back in the end zone and makes a snow angel in turf that has never seen snow. Jahmyr Gibbs 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.

Tucker Kraft runs that exchange like clockwork and the perimeter belongs to them. Little plays like this stretch a defense sideways all afternoon. Second and 8, heavy personnel, Justin Jefferson for three. The play clock is the real weapon in this offense right now. Second and eight, inside zone, Justin Jefferson cuts back to the weak side for fifteen. Big play.

Amon-Ra St. Brown tries to dunk the ball over the crossbar. Comes up a foot short. Josh Jacobs lifts him up so he can finish the job. And here is the answer to our game show Gravel Road Truckers! Maxine Halloway Trout of Dry Axle, Nebraska, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'How far is the good parking at a stadium from the actual stadium?' The answer was of course one point four miles, uphill, in both directions. Maxine therefore wins a truck bed liner and the truck it no longer fits! Confession: I had the wrong jersey number for most of the first quarter. Nobody corrected me. That is the scary part. Good night, folks. Coming up: 'Hoarders: The Kitchen Drawer.' Viewers have described it as confronting.

Matchday 9 — vs Las Vegas Double-or-Nothing

18-10 (W)

Timeout at 0:01 on the play clock, second one of the half. Jordan Love keeps the football and the down, and they will reset the call. Completion to the boundary from Jordan Love to Amon-Ra St. Brown, gain of thirteen, both feet down inside the white and the rest of him already out. Amon-Ra St. Brown strikes it, both arms go straight up behind the goalposts, and this crowd gets the three points it came down here for.

Ball tucked, Amon-Ra St. Brown drops into a three-point stance facing the Las Vegas Double-or-Nothing bench and holds it. Just holds it. Their entire sideline is on the white line yelling. Garrett Bradbury hauls him up by the belt and steers him away before the yellow comes out, and the crowd boos the peacemaking.

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 Zach Tom has done it twice on this drive. Josh Jacobs gets every bit of that ball, and the trajectory tells you at the 30 that it is going to clear with room to spare.

OH, THAT IS A GIFT AND HE UNWRAPPED IT! Jahmyr Gibbs with the pick, and the whole sideline is coming over the bench! Yards after catch are the most valuable yards in this sport, and Jahmyr Gibbs is collecting them by the fistful tonight. No wind, no pressure off the edge, no doubt from Jahmyr Gibbs. Down the middle from 36.

Back-shoulder, and Joe Thuney smells it coming. He plants, opens the hips, and knocks it away in the corner of the end zone. Second and long just got worse. Christian Darrisaw with the sack, seven yards back, and the chains are a memory. That is the third field goal of the day for Las Vegas Double-or-Nothing. All those red zone stops, and we are still staring at nine points from a kicker.

Two-minute drill, and Jordan Love is operating like the game clock is merely a suggestion. That is eleven completions in a row for Jordan Love, and you can feel this building starting to believe in the drive.

Both sidelines empty out. Amon-Ra St. Brown is the last one off the field, still jawing about that final snap. Backstage note: the halftime stage weighs more than the entire offensive line, and the turf underneath it gets replaced first thing Monday. 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?' The field is clear, the stage is gone, and the football is back.

Fourth quarter, 6.1 yards a carry, and Joe Thuney has won the leverage battle on rep after rep after rep. MOSSED HIM! Joe Thuney climbs over the top of the defender and rips it away! Jordan Love threw it up and let his man go get it! The punt team already had one foot on the field. Joe Thuney sends them back to the bench with three points instead.

Joe Thuney reels Jonah Jackson on an invisible fishing line, hand over hand, straining at the weight. Jonah Jackson 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.

Fourth and 4, they go to their number one, and Christian Darrisaw says absolutely not. Ball on the ground, ball back to us. Joe Thuney was one body too many, and the umpire had him tagged before the football ever moved. 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.

Jahmyr Gibbs takes the handoff, hits the A-gap, and there is NOBODY bringing him down at first contact! Five hard ones! Watch the plant foot -- Jahmyr Gibbs puts it right beside the ball, no lean, no hook. Inside 40 that is a rehearsed motion, not a kick.

That receiver covered more ground than an afternoon delivery route, and Jordan Love put the football exactly where the stride was going to be. That is veteran stuff. Justin Jefferson escapes the tackle box, keeps his eyes downfield to the last instant, then puts it in the bench area. No sack, no pick, no problem. That is not a punt, that is a dart. Jahmyr Gibbs drops it on the sideline like somebody left him a chalk mark out there.

Jonah Jackson folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. Loss of four. Jonah Jackson makes the stop, the chains do not move, and their sideline is already talking about field goal range.

That is CRUEL football! They sold pass, the linebackers bailed to their landmarks, and Josh Jacobs was fifteen yards downfield before anybody turned around! Josh Jacobs kick-slides, absorbs the speed rush, and the quarterback never feels a thing behind his back. Josh Jacobs treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

This is the least glamorous football on the planet and it wins games. Josh Jacobs into the interior for two, and another forty seconds disappear off the top. The whole front flows inside and Josh Jacobs takes it the other way around the corner. Nobody set the edge, nobody had contain.

Jordan Love salutes the student section. Jahmyr Gibbs salutes the concession stand. 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! I tried to take notes in the fourth quarter and produced two pages of pure scribble. The archive will not thank me. Thank you and good night. Coming up: 'Building Off the Grid: An Extension Cord Run Out to the Shed.'

Matchday 10 — vs Seattle Seismographs

16-12 (W)

Games get won right here, in the two feet of grass on either side of the football. And tonight Zach Tom is the reason this offense can do whatever it feels like. Zach Tom 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. Everybody in the building tracks the flight, nobody breathes, and then Zach Tom hears the roar behind him. Good from 52.

Zach Tom drops flat on his back in the end zone and makes a snow angel in turf that has never seen snow. Garrett Bradbury 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.

That is a violent arrival. Josh Jacobs 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. Josh Jacobs folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. Our rush gets a hand up and misses by six inches. It is good anyway. Three for Seattle Seismographs, and the block unit walks off shaking their heads.

That is a burned timeout, but it beats five yards. Jordan Love saw the protection was wrong and killed the play before it killed the drive. Smart, disciplined football from Jordan Love. He takes the boundary instead of the middle, because the middle of the field bleeds seconds. Amon-Ra St. Brown treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

Ten push-ups in the end zone, one for every yard of the run, and Amon-Ra St. Brown counts them out loud with the front row counting back. Jonah Jackson 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.

Zero blitz. No safety help, no margin for error, and Jahmyr Gibbs comes clean off the slot to blow the entire thing up. NO SIR! Amon-Ra St. Brown gets a hand in at the last possible instant and that football hits the turf! Amon-Ra St. Brown has both arms up asking for more, and this building is answering. The opposing quarterback cannot get a cadence out of his mouth.

That is the third field goal of the day for Seattle Seismographs. All those red zone stops, and we are still staring at nine points from a kicker.

The break. Justin Jefferson stretches that groin out along the wall while the coordinator talks. Backstage note: the halftime stage weighs more than the entire offensive line, and the turf underneath it gets replaced first thing Monday. And now, our halftime TV game show Name That Tailgate Meat! To win a smoker grill welded out of a county filing cabinet, text BLITZ to 555-0162 and answer this question: 'What meat is in the mystery casserole on tailgate table three?' The return man settles deep in the end zone. Here comes the second-half kick.

That is a communication breakdown, plain and simple. Jordan Love got the call late, the personnel came on late, everything after that was late. Second and six, Jordan Love off the right hip of the tackle, gain of seven. First down, and the chains are on the move again.

Draw play, and the rush runs itself right past Jahmyr Gibbs. That call was in the game plan for exactly this front. Jahmyr Gibbs gets low, gets a push from behind, and the football crosses the line before that front can even sink its hips. Fourth and goal, football on the one. Jahmyr Gibbs gets it on the dive, climbs the back of his own center, and the officials put both arms straight up. Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Jordan Love hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

Jahmyr Gibbs sets the ball down on the pylon, backs up ten yards, and lines it up like a putt. He reads the break. He actually reads the break. Josh Jacobs tends the imaginary flag while the referee walks over with a flag of a very different kind.

Watch the protection slide. They are chipping with a back and keeping the tight end in, and Zach Tom is still getting home.

Third quarter, twenty-first carry, and Jahmyr Gibbs is still falling forward at the end of every single one of them. The drive dies at the 12, but Jahmyr Gibbs makes sure it was not a wasted trip down the field.

Jahmyr Gibbs 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. Jordan Love 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.

Gain of nothing. Christian Darrisaw with the stop, and they are staring at third and long all over again. 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.

The blitz came in like a wave and Josh Jacobs was the crest of it. Nothing on that side of the formation stayed standing. Christian Darrisaw launches, leads with the crown, and the flag is in the air before the receiver hits the turf. He is out of this football game.

Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. Tucker Kraft wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan. Tucker Kraft 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. Seattle Seismographs adds three and this becomes a chess match.

Amon-Ra St. Brown and Tucker Kraft recreate the game-winning play in slow motion. Zach Tom narrates. Badly. And here is the answer to our game Name That Tailgate Meat! Sharla Ottinger of Lug Nut, Michigan, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'What meat is in the mystery casserole on tailgate table three?' The answer was of course nobody knows, and the man who brought it has quietly left the state. Sharla takes home a smoker grill welded out of a county filing cabinet! Tonight I dropped my binoculars on my own foot. Twice. Same foot. Good night. Stay tuned for 'The Profit: Turning Around a Lemonade Stand With Aggressive Restructuring.'

Matchday 11 — vs Pittsburgh Dish-Towels

29-24 (W)

Christian Darrisaw folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. THEY CANNOT FIND HIM! Christian Darrisaw is in his back pocket and their quarterback has come off him to the checkdown four straight snaps! 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.

Third and 9, they pick up 6. Zach Tom closes the door in space and the punt team comes on. That was not a theft so much as a delivery to the wrong address, and Zach Tom signed for it and never stopped running. The 33-yard extra point stopped being free a long time ago, but Tucker Kraft still treats it like it is. Right down the pipe.

HE GOT A PIECE OF IT! Garrett Bradbury arrives with the football, and their receiver is still asking for a flag that is never coming! IT IS A HEADCOUNT! Somebody on this sideline needs a clicker, because the official counted twice before he threw it at Joe Thuney! 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.

Everything about this run is decided before contact. The fullback kicks out the force defender and Jahmyr Gibbs only has to stay patient for one beat. Big boy football right there. Jahmyr Gibbs takes the snap, gets his pad level under theirs, and the drive keeps breathing. Bounce it OUTSIDE! Jahmyr Gibbs sees the pursuit overrun the play, hits the sideline and dives at the pylon for the score! Christian Darrisaw taps the point after through and this one is academic. Seven on the board.

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

BLOWN UP IN THE BACKFIELD! Jahmyr Gibbs shoots the A-gap and drops him four yards behind the line of scrimmage! Here it comes, and it GETS THERE! Jahmyr Gibbs times the snap count perfectly and the play is dead before it starts! The visiting offense is playing inside a jet engine, and Zach Tom is standing on the throttle.

Into the tunnel. Josh Jacobs stops to point something out to the position coach before going in. The tuba section is doing choreography. Choreography. Carrying tubas. And now, our halftime TV game show Joe Hundredaire! To win one hundred dollars, entirely in dimes, inside a pillowcase, text BLITZ to 555-2345 and answer this question: 'How rich do you have to be to buy a stadium hot dog and a soda?' The pace picks up the instant ball is fielded. Whatever they found in that locker room, it travels.

He is CONDUCTING out here! Jordan Love points out the mike, gets it snapped with four seconds on the play clock and the chains keep moving! Jordan Love passes off the stunt cleanly, the pocket holds its shape, and the football goes out on time.

The hands tell the whole story -- Garrett Bradbury chops, rips underneath the outside shoulder, and the pocket collapses from the top down. That is a killer. Garrett Bradbury turns late, the receiver runs through him, and the flag is in the air before the ball comes down. Pittsburgh Dish-Towels 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 violent arrival. Joe Thuney 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. Here is the design: the tackle occupies both interior blockers and Zach Tom loops into a completely clean A-gap. Drawn up on Wednesday, cashed in on Sunday.

Twelve men on the field. Justin Jefferson jogs off shaking his head, and the penalty is exactly what it looked like. 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.

TOUCHDOWN! Jordan Love puts it on a rope and Justin Jefferson squeezes it in with a defender draped all over his back! Two-point conversion attempt is no good. Tucker Kraft tackled at the one. The head coach has both hands on top of his hat. Fifteen yards on Josh Jacobs, and this whole sideline knows exactly what that costs.

Justin Jefferson 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. Amon-Ra St. Brown 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.

They wanted the seam. Joe Thuney took the seam, took the football, and took eleven yards back the other way before the whistle. HOUSE CALL! Five yard throw from Jordan Love, forty yard run from Joe Thuney, and a hitch route just went the distance! The loneliest job in football is the one where making it earns you nothing, and Christian Darrisaw just made it again.

This is the zone beater. Jordan Love freezes the deep defender with one hard look, and the crosser runs into the grass that man just gave up. Every carry from Justin Jefferson is one more shovel of dirt in the same hole. Two yards at a time, the football game gets buried. There is the CREASE! Justin Jefferson bounces off the seal and gets all the way to the numbers before the safety can close!

Jonah Jackson throws his mouthguard into the stands. Then remembers he has to pay for those. And here is the answer to our game show Joe Hundredaire! Twyla Jean Hollopeter of Buttermilk Ridge, Pennsylvania, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'How rich do you have to be to buy a stadium hot dog and a soda?' The answer was of course comfortable, and willing to skip one car payment. Twyla Jean therefore wins one hundred dollars, entirely in dimes, inside a pillowcase! My spotter fell asleep somewhere around the two-minute warning. I let him sleep. He earned it. See you at the next one. In the meantime, 'Ghost Hunters: That Noise the House Makes at 2 AM.'

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

20-19 (W)

HE GOT A PIECE OF IT! Garrett Bradbury arrives with the football, and their receiver is still asking for a flag that is never coming! Joe Thuney folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. 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.

PICKED OFF! Joe Thuney jumps that route like he called it in their huddle himself!

That is a violent arrival. Christian Darrisaw 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. 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.

Outside the tackle box and past the line of scrimmage -- Jordan Love satisfies both halves of the rule by a comfortable margin and there is not a flag anywhere on this field. Tucker Kraft goes for the coffin corner and hits it. The gunner gets there first and downs it at the two, and the opposing offense is working out of a phone booth. Nothing swings a football game like a punt bouncing off a facemask. Zach Tom pounces, and this sideline has completely lost its mind. Seventy thousand people just made noise about a five-yard run, and that tells you everything -- Zach Tom is wearing that defensive front out.

Encroachment, defense. Jordan Love gets five yards and the down over again without a hand on the ball. SEE YOU LATER! Jordan Love is gone, the corner pulls up at the twenty because there is no point in chasing, and that scoreboard has just flipped! Justin Jefferson gets to the pylon and reaches the ball across before the tackler can wrap him up. Two-point conversion is GOOD.

Six men form a rowing crew in the end zone, Jordan Love at the stroke seat, and they pull hard in perfect rhythm across the goal line. Joe Thuney is the coxswain and he is screaming a cadence nobody can hear. It is the most coordinated thing this offense has done all season.

Halftime. Justin Jefferson eats a peanut butter sandwich in the corner. Same one, every single week. Not many people know this: Justin Jefferson auditioned for a televised singing competition before football. The tape exists somewhere. And now, our halftime TV game show Love Retention Pond! To win a paddleboat with one paddle and a great deal of optimism, text BLITZ to 555-2361 and answer this question: 'Can two people fall in love during a single rain delay?' Second half. The tunnel is empty, the field is full.

Tucker Kraft hit that pile like a dropped anchor, and the entire run game stopped moving right there.

The hands tell the whole story -- Josh Jacobs chops, rips underneath the outside shoulder, and the pocket collapses from the top down. No targets, no catches, no yards. Josh Jacobs is having the kind of quiet game that wins football games. 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.

Chemistry! You do not install that on a Wednesday, you build it over a thousand reps, and Jordan Love and Justin Jefferson have clearly put in the hours. Their best edge rusher, one on one, no chip, no help, and Justin Jefferson rides him three yards past the quarterback. That matchup has been settled since the first quarter. That ball dropped in like a key sliding into a lock, and Justin Jefferson was standing in the end zone before this crowd got its hands up. The hold spun a half turn late, Christian Darrisaw adjusted, and the adjustment is what killed it. Ball dies right of the upright.

Justin Jefferson mimes a cigar length of a forearm and Jordan Love arrives to cup both hands around an invisible match. The lighting takes a while -- there is wind in the end zone, apparently. Justin Jefferson takes one enormous pull, tips his head back, and blows a plume of nothing straight up at the lights. The Dallas Hole-In-The-Roof bench watches all of it and does not enjoy a second of it.

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.

Tucker Kraft keeps his eyes locked on the football and lets his feet do the arithmetic on their own. Jordan Love could not have found a smaller window. Second and goal from the seven. Flat and corner combination, Jordan Love takes the corner route, and Tucker Kraft catches it a yard deep with the pylon on his hip. Touchdown. That is the one kick you are not allowed to miss, and Josh Jacobs missed it. Six instead of seven, and that math is going to matter later.

Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. Jahmyr Gibbs wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan. Pure technique breakdown: Jahmyr Gibbs never got his head around, and in this league that is a guaranteed thirty-yard donation. 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.

Nothing downfield, so Jordan Love 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. They have one timeout left and Jahmyr Gibbs is forcing them to spend it. Nothing outside the numbers, nothing near the boundary, nothing that stops that clock. Jahmyr Gibbs gives it to Justin Jefferson on the fly, and their corner is caught peeking into the backfield. Nine free yards.

Joe Thuney lands a backflip in full pads. It works. Nobody, including him, saw that coming. And here is the answer to our game show Love Retention Pond! Cindy Lou Ferebee of Turtle Wallow, North Carolina, got it right. The question, I remind you, was 'Can two people fall in love during a single rain delay?' The answer was of course yes, twice, and both times were the same delay. Cindy Lou therefore wins a paddleboat with one paddle and a great deal of optimism! During the halftime show I tried to name every instrument in the marching band. I got to nine and quit. We'll see you soon. Now stay tuned for 'Cops: Neighborhood Association Meeting.' Tempers will flare.

Matchday 13 — vs Green Bay Shareholders

32-33 (L)

Beautiful key read. Tucker Kraft sees the guard pull, runs the mesh point down, and meets the back before the handoff is even clean. Fifty-one yards and it is good with room to spare. Green Bay Shareholders takes the lead back, and their kicker just woke that whole sideline up.

PULL AND SEAL! Garrett Bradbury leads the way and Josh Jacobs is following him into the second level! From 51, on the road, into the open end of this stadium. Josh Jacobs makes it. Three points.

Josh Jacobs 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.

Look at that sideline -- everybody waving both arms, the coach halfway onto the field, and Jordan Love standing perfectly still while it all happens around him. Terrific decision by Jordan Love, ball right into the frame of Justin Jefferson, and one hard step later he is standing in front of his own bench. Watch the plant foot -- Justin Jefferson puts it right beside the ball, no lean, no hook. Inside 40 that is a rehearsed motion, not a kick.

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

Our rush gets a hand up and misses by six inches. It is good anyway. Three for Green Bay Shareholders, and the block unit walks off shaking their heads.

That is vision. The front seven overflows, the backside gap opens for half a second, and Jahmyr Gibbs is already standing in it. Jordan Love gives him a chance and that is the whole requirement. Two men go up, Jahmyr Gibbs comes down with it. Low trajectory from Jahmyr Gibbs, and at this level a low ball inside the line of scrimmage is an invitation. Their nose tackle accepted it.

Off to the locker room. Garrett Bradbury is the loudest voice in that tunnel and everybody hears it. Did you know Garrett Bradbury keeps a photo of his high school band section taped inside the locker? And now, our halftime TV game show Match Game Preseason Week Three! To win a boxed set of preseason highlights, all four minutes of it, text BLITZ to 555-0060 and answer this question: 'How many people watch preseason week three on purpose?' Third quarter about to start. The team that deferred finally gets its football.

Look at the get-off from Josh Jacobs -- he is two yards upfield before the center's hand leaves the football. You cannot block that. Josh Jacobs folded that pocket like a lawn chair, and the opposing quarterback never saw the ceiling coming down. Third and fourteen killed the drive, and the kicker finishes what the offense could not. Green Bay Shareholders adds three and this becomes a chess match.

Fifteen-yard penalty, automatic first down. Justin Jefferson shakes his head clear and lines up again. Jet sweep to the right, Justin Jefferson on the handoff, gain of nine to the thirty-two. Third and seven from the twelve. They empty the backfield, the mike vacates the middle, and Tucker Kraft finds the soft spot behind the linebackers for the score. This is where seasons get decided -- one snap, no safety net, and Amon-Ra St. Brown with the ball across the plane. Two.

The ball goes into the stands on a rope, twenty rows deep, and the scrum for it delays the extra point. Tucker Kraft watches two grown men in the same jersey wrestle over it. A kid ends up with it somehow. Tucker Kraft points at the kid, and the kid points back, and that is the shot that runs all week.

THAT IS A WALL! Jahmyr Gibbs and the front seven meet them square at the point of attack, and there is no crease to be found! We held them out of the end zone and it still costs us. Three for Green Bay Shareholders, because the scoreboard does not hand out credit for good defense.

Facemask on the defense. Fifteen yards tacked onto the end of the run by Amon-Ra St. Brown. The whole front seven took that bait like it was free food in the break room, and Amon-Ra St. Brown charged them for it. Jordan Love pumps, the linebacker jumps, and Justin Jefferson is WIDE OPEN in the back corner! Easiest six points anybody scores today! Point after by Joe Thuney is no good. The score stays at six on the drive.

Yellow laundry deep in the secondary, and it is on Tucker Kraft. Pass interference, and the ball travels all the way down to the twenty. Green Bay Shareholders 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.

He never stops working -- Joe Thuney has his arm around the pocket before his shoulder pad even lands. That is a hunter's instinct. The exchange from Joe Thuney to Justin Jefferson happens at full speed with nobody breaking stride. That is timing you cannot install in a walkthrough. Justin Jefferson treats a 31-yarder the way you treat a light switch. Flip it, walk off, three points.

Justin Jefferson pounds the ball twice against his chest plate and the sound of it carries. The bench picks it up on the third beat, then the lower bowl, then the whole building -- seventy thousand people stamping the same two hits over and over. Justin Jefferson stands under the goalpost with his arms down and lets a stadium keep time for him. The Green Bay Shareholders sideline burns a timeout it cannot afford, purely to make it stop.

That is a coverage disguise and a half. Jahmyr Gibbs shows two-high, spins down into the flat, and the opposing quarterback throws it right to him. Jahmyr Gibbs follows that block the way a car follows a snowplow. Somebody else clears it, he just keeps his foot down. Jahmyr Gibbs strikes it, both arms go straight up behind the goalposts, and this crowd gets the three points it came down here for.

Penetration on the strong side by Christian Darrisaw, the pulling guard grabs nothing but air, and the whole run concept dies on the hash marks. Illegal substitution. Christian Darrisaw is caught halfway to the sideline at the snap, and the flag is out immediately. The chains kept moving and nothing we tried slowed it down. Fourteen plays, seven minutes off the clock, and Green Bay Shareholders finishes the drive with six.

Corner route out of the slot, one on one, no help inside. Tucker Kraft wins at the top of the stem and the throw beats the safety. Touchdown. GOT HIM! Their linebacker meets Tucker Kraft in the hole and the two-point try dies right there on the stripe. Flag on Jordan Love. Unsportsmanlike conduct, 15 yards, enforced from the succeeding spot.

Ugly scene. Justin Jefferson 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. Six for Green Bay Shareholders. Nobody carried the crosser, and that was a walk-in from twelve yards out.

In stride! Jordan Love hits Tucker Kraft on the move, and that is the throw defensive coordinators lose sleep over. UP FOR GRABS... AND BATTED DOWN. Tucker Kraft gave that thing every pound he owns and the end zone swallowed it whole.

Jonah Jackson is still holding the call sheet from the last drive. Jordan Love takes it out of his hand, gently. And here is the answer to our game Match Game Preseason Week Three! Purvis Hunsucker of Preseason, Nebraska, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'How many people watch preseason week three on purpose?' The answer was of course two hundred and eleven, and every one of them is related to a long snapper. Purvis takes home a boxed set of preseason highlights, all four minutes of it! I brought gloves to the booth tonight. I cannot work the clicker with them on. So I brought gloves for nothing. Good night. And now, 'American Pickers: Everything in My Uncle's Garage Is Broken.' Emotional finale.

Matchday 14 — vs Buffalo Table-Breakers

38-29 (W)

Fourth and 4, they go to their number one, and Christian Darrisaw says absolutely not. Ball on the ground, ball back to us. Fifty-one yards and it is good with room to spare. Buffalo Table-Breakers takes the lead back, and their kicker just woke that whole sideline up.

The clock is melting and Jordan Love is the calmest man in this stadium. Jordan Love is handing out five-yard gains like business cards, and the defense keeps accepting them.

Fumble at the twenty-eight. Tucker Kraft beats three men to the football, secures it and gets in untouched. Defensive touchdown. Tucker Kraft taps the point after through and this one is academic. Seven on the board.

Tucker Kraft mimes putting the entire Buffalo Table-Breakers secondary to sleep, hands folded against his cheek, eyes closed, swaying gently. Their corner is in his face immediately. Tucker Kraft does not open his eyes. Amon-Ra St. Brown arrives at a full sprint and physically removes him from the situation.

We held them out of the end zone and it still costs us. Three for Buffalo Table-Breakers, because the scoreboard does not hand out credit for good defense.

They wanted the seam. Tucker Kraft took the seam, took the football, and took eleven yards back the other way before the whistle. The defense had him dead to rights and Tucker Kraft declined. Nothing wrong with the tackle attempt -- he simply would not accept it. THAT IS GOOD, AND IT WAS NEVER ANYTHING ELSE! Tucker Kraft from 29 and that ball never wobbles once.

The teams head in. Tucker Kraft unbuckles the chin strap and lets it hang the whole way. Word is Tucker Kraft tried to talk the stadium DJ into playing a track he recorded. Turned down. Twice. And now, our halftime TV game show Double Dare Blitz! To win a defensive playbook with only one page and that page says GO, text BLITZ to 555-0049 and answer this question: 'How many defenders can blitz before it legally becomes a parade?' Out they come. The coordinators are already talking into the headsets.

He is UNBLOCKABLE right now! Josh Jacobs is in the backfield again and their offensive coordinator just slammed the call sheet down! Right down the middle from thirty-four. Buffalo Table-Breakers caps a twelve-play march with three, and eight minutes came off that clock with it.

Second miss of the afternoon for Buffalo Table-Breakers. That is a football team operating without a safety net now, and every fourth down from here just got harder. Start with the double team on the nose tackle -- that is why Josh Jacobs gets a clean crease. Inside zone, run exactly the way it is drawn. Third and one and they keep it on the ground. Josh Jacobs slides off the double team and stretches the football over the goal line. Amon-Ra St. Brown works so fast that the crowd is still chanting about the touchdown when the football is already through.

Up onto the padded barrier in front of the first row, both feet off the turf, and Josh Jacobs 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 Buffalo Table-Breakers sideline watches this with the expression of men attending a funeral.

Sack number, oh, does it even matter now? Josh Jacobs gets there AGAIN, and their right tackle is still looking for his helmet. Freeze it at the stem -- Josh Jacobs does not bite on the double move, keeps his eyes on the hip, and turns to run before the receiver does. 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.

Jordan Love points out the mike linebacker, changes the call with eight seconds showing, and the offense resets its feet. Listen to this place ROAR! Jordan Love carried out that fake so convincingly the safety is still hunting for the football! HOW did he get that off?! Jordan Love hangs in a collapsing pocket with a rusher in his facemask, turns it loose at the last tick, and Justin Jefferson hauls it in for six! Through the uprights! Garrett Bradbury adds the point after and the lead grows by one.

Justin Jefferson 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. Justin Jefferson accepts the ruling with a small nod and jogs off like a man who simply needed to be sure.

That is a violent arrival. Jahmyr Gibbs 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. The hands tell the whole story -- Joe Thuney chops, rips underneath the outside shoulder, and the pocket collapses from the top down. 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.

No targets, no catches, no yards. Christian Darrisaw is having the kind of quiet game that wins football games. Joe Thuney 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. This is what happens when you play that soft on third and three. Jordan Love takes the free completion, Joe Thuney makes the first man miss, and the alley is empty. Jordan Love jogs on, kicks it through, jogs off. If you blinked you missed the whole thing, and that is exactly the idea.

Four-man rush, nobody blitzed. Jonah Jackson wins a one-on-one in under two and a half seconds, and that is how you wreck a game plan. Jonah Jackson lost the deep third, panicked at the catch point and got his hand in early. That is a spot foul every single week. Play action freezes our linebackers, the tight end slips out behind them, and Buffalo Table-Breakers scores with nobody in the picture. That is a bust, plain and simple.

One man, one lane, one chance, and Jonah Jackson does not miss. That is a game-saving tackle in the third quarter. Three-step drop, hitch route, and Jonah Jackson was sitting on it the whole quarter. He has been baiting that throw since the opening series. Two high pre-snap that rolled to one high after the motion. Jordan Love read it, held the free safety with his eyes and threw it to grass. Jonah Jackson did the rest of the work. Hold is upright, the spot never moves an inch, and Amon-Ra St. Brown hits it flush. Nothing about that operation was rushed.

Jonah Jackson was one body too many, and the umpire had him tagged before the football ever moved. Back shoulder fade at the pylon, and Buffalo Table-Breakers comes down with it over a defender who had inside leverage and nothing behind him. Perfectly placed, and this one is on us.

This is the least glamorous football on the planet and it wins games. Josh Jacobs into the interior for two, and another forty seconds disappear off the top. Josh Jacobs waits, waits, and then goes. Patience on a draw is the difference between two yards and twenty, and he had all of it.

Justin Jefferson fakes a handoff to Joe Thuney, who mimes taking it to the house. The officials left ten minutes ago. And here is the answer to our game Double Dare Blitz! Dixie Ann Hollowell of Blitz Creek, Louisiana, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'How many defenders can blitz before it legally becomes a parade?' The answer was of course seven, and at eight you are required to notify the city. Dixie Ann takes home a defensive playbook with only one page and that page says GO! I found out at halftime that Justin Jefferson once worked as a volunteer firefighter. I have thought about nothing else since. Sorry about the third quarter. Thanks for joining us. Up next: 'Whale Wars: Defending My Leftovers From My Own Family.'

Matchday 15 — vs Philadelphia Pole-Greasers

18-22 (L)

Fourth and 4, they go to their number one, and Joe Thuney says absolutely not. Ball on the ground, ball back to us. Clean snap, laces out, and the kick is pure. Philadelphia Pole-Greasers is on the board, and there is nothing to complain about there -- that was textbook.

You can play flawless coverage in this league and lose the down anyway. Justin Jefferson just proved it in front of everybody. Single high safety cheating down into the run fit. One receiver, one corner, nobody behind them: Justin Jefferson wins by two steps and the rest is a track meet. They needed 72 inches. Tucker Kraft got about 36 of them. Nothing on the board.

Justin Jefferson reaches the sideline, lifts the lid off the orange barrel, and empties the whole thing over the offensive coordinator with most of the game still left to play. Ice goes everywhere. The coordinator does not move, does not blink, and keeps signaling in the extra point personnel as though nothing has occurred. Joe Thuney hands him back his soaked call sheet and he takes it without looking up.

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

Amon-Ra St. Brown reads the low tackle attempt and steps right over the top of it. Feet clean, ball secure, no interruption in the stride. They are looking at two things on the Amon-Ra St. Brown play: possession all the way through the ground, and whether the knee was down before the football came out. REVERSED! The red flag was the right move and Amon-Ra St. Brown gets his play back! Chains move, and the head coach keeps his timeout. Three hands on him, and Amon-Ra St. Brown rotates clean out of the wreckage and comes out the far side of it still climbing.

Loss of four. Joe Thuney makes the stop, the chains do not move, and their sideline is already talking about field goal range. 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.

In from the cold. Christian Darrisaw has turf pellets packed into every seam of that uniform. Backstage: the artist's manager is arguing about the length of the runway. The runway is not moving. And now, our halftime TV game show Tic Tac Tailgate! To win a card table with a permanent lean to the northeast, text BLITZ to 555-0087 and answer this question: 'What is the correct number of lawn chairs per parking space?' They are back and they are ready. There is the whistle.

Sack, strip, recovery. Jonah Jackson does all three inside of two seconds, and this drive is dead on arrival. The throw from Jonah Jackson and the catch that answers it are the same conversation, held at eighteen yards, in a language nobody else on this field speaks. The pile stops moving and Justin Jefferson keeps churning his legs for another half yard anyway. That right there is the difference between three points and six. Joe Thuney 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 Justin Jefferson counts them out loud with the front row counting back. Zach Tom 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.

They came back to the inside zone that worked in the first quarter. Christian Darrisaw adjusted the fit, took the cutback lane away, and it died on contact. 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.

Fifty-one yards of airtime, delivered by Jordan Love over the outside shoulder of Justin Jefferson, and the defensive game plan is now firewood. The defender went low, Justin Jefferson went high, and physics settled the argument in about a tenth of a second. Justin Jefferson strikes it, both arms go straight up behind the goalposts, and this crowd gets the three points it came down here for.

Sack number, oh, does it even matter now? Jonah Jackson gets there AGAIN, and their right tackle is still looking for his helmet. THEY CANNOT FIND HIM! Jonah Jackson is in his back pocket and their quarterback has come off him to the checkdown four straight snaps! 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.

BOOM! Josh Jacobs comes off the edge untouched and puts the opposing quarterback in the dirt for a loss of nine! He had one job on that snap and he did it in full -- Josh Jacobs chases the opposing quarterback down from behind and buries him a yard deep. TWO POINTS!

Josh Jacobs does a full slow-motion replay of his own run, backward, from the end zone toward the line of scrimmage, exaggerating every cut. Joe Thuney runs alongside as the defender he beat, falling over in slow motion at the exact same spot. Frame for frame accurate. The building is in ruins.

Count them up, there are TWELVE out there! Amon-Ra St. Brown never got the signal to come off, and that is five yards! 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.

Jordan Love has lived here before. Get to the line, read the safeties, spike or snap -- the operation looks rehearsed because it is. Clock stopped at 2:00. Jordan Love now has the exact math in front of him: yards needed, plays available, timeouts left. The rest is arithmetic and nerve. Jordan Love feels the arm across his back, spins off the contact, and keeps his balance through the entire thing. That is core strength.

Jordan Love sits in full pads with his phone face down. Forty-one unread messages. Jahmyr Gibbs has zero and prefers it that way. And here is the answer to our game Tic Tac Tailgate! Buster Klingensmith of Foam Finger, Georgia, got it right. The question, let me remind you, was 'What is the correct number of lawn chairs per parking space?' The answer was of course seven, plus one that nobody will admit to bringing. Buster takes home a card table with a permanent lean to the northeast! 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 our night. Coming up: 'Alone: Nobody Told Me the Office Closed Early.' Season finale.