'A Man's Game' (See Cover) The quarterback snaps "Let's go," the eleven burly men clap their hands in a single, sharp crack, and the offensive huddle dissolves. Then, taking his place behind the looming rump of his center, the quarterback looks with narrowed eyes across the line of scrimmage at the most formidable sight in professional football.
The four blue-jerseyed men facing him are mountains of muscle. Alert and agile as jungle cats, two linebackers crouch outside the ends. Ranged in an arc behind them are four lean, whippet-fast backs.
And a bare 2 yds....
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