07 October 2014
Fake Punt FTW
From Fieldgulls, about last night's Seattle @ Washington game:
With the game 17-10 and the 'Skins gaining confidence, Seattle found another drive stalling out. Taking advantage of good field position, the 'Hawks pushed the ball into Washington territory before stalling out at the Redskins' 35. Staring at a 4th and 1 and leading by just one score, Pete Carroll sent out the field goal unit. That's when my favorite thing happened.
Instead of receiving the snap and placing it down for a Steven Hauschka field goal, as per the yoozh, holder-extraordinaire Jon muhfuggin' Ryan took a ran a got dang power sweep and bullied forward for a first down. He also pinned five punts inside the 20 (including tumbling one out of bounds at the 1) so we can just go ahead and elect him to public office whenever.
Inspired by the plucky orange one, the Seahawks regathered their strength and plunged themselves to the hilt into the beleaguered Redskins defense. They capped the drive with a swing pass to Marshawn Lynch who found himself eight yards from pay dirt and one man to beat. He shrugged off the hapless linebacker like so much dust on his FUBU jacket. It is startling how automatic it has become that Lynch won't be tackled one-on-one in the open field.
With the game 17-10 and the 'Skins gaining confidence, Seattle found another drive stalling out. Taking advantage of good field position, the 'Hawks pushed the ball into Washington territory before stalling out at the Redskins' 35. Staring at a 4th and 1 and leading by just one score, Pete Carroll sent out the field goal unit. That's when my favorite thing happened.
Instead of receiving the snap and placing it down for a Steven Hauschka field goal, as per the yoozh, holder-extraordinaire Jon muhfuggin' Ryan took a ran a got dang power sweep and bullied forward for a first down. He also pinned five punts inside the 20 (including tumbling one out of bounds at the 1) so we can just go ahead and elect him to public office whenever.
Inspired by the plucky orange one, the Seahawks regathered their strength and plunged themselves to the hilt into the beleaguered Redskins defense. They capped the drive with a swing pass to Marshawn Lynch who found himself eight yards from pay dirt and one man to beat. He shrugged off the hapless linebacker like so much dust on his FUBU jacket. It is startling how automatic it has become that Lynch won't be tackled one-on-one in the open field.
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