He scrambles left...he moves right...he spins...he retreats...he trips over his shoelaces and loses nine more yards. CFE picks his water bottles up and trots back to the sideline. Meanwhile the game goes on.😄
OK, I ADMIT IT. YOU MADE ME LAUGH WITH THAT ONE. THE NUMBERS CHEER FOR ME, NOT YOU. WHEN YOU'RE 88 I HOPE NO ONE POUNCES ON YOU FOR EVERY MISSED COMMA OR PERIOD OR LETTER IN A WORD.