I certainly remember during my four years playing running back on the collegiate level our pregame ritual of spitting in one another's mouths. The long trash talking conversations I had with middle linebackers before the snap. I wasn't to be bothered with listening for audibles, the snap count, or assessing defensive formations. Furthermore, no self respecting MLB would concern himself calling audibles as he read the offensive formation. He was too bothered with figuring out how I was to hear his long mind numbing threats over the crowd noise. Of course this continued somehow during the play as we trash talked one another running full speed while I attempted to break tackles and he shedding blocks. No wait...I don't remember any of that. Damned concussions.
Review of The Program
