Jaguars Junction: Wild Card Round

Hey, I got a new idea for the next baseball game: Instead of hitting the ball, with a bat, I will just have a bunch of guys on my team pick me up and carry me to first base. Knock over the first baseman if necessary. And, oh, here's an idea for the next basketball game: I can't dunk so I'll just get up on the shoulders of the biggest player on my team and have him put me up there where I can slam the ball right through the hoop—best efforts of the opponents far below me be damned. 

How's that sound? Fun? No. Sacrilegious to playing the game the way the game should be played? Correct. Likewise, when our beloved boys set foot on the hallowed gridiron, we would never indulge in the "tush push." The game of football is about handing off the pigskin to the halfback and hitting the A gap made by the big hogs in the trenches. It's not about having a thousand pounds of man flesh get behind you and push you straight forward through everything in front of you, and you're carrying the ball, and then you get the yards. That's not what it's about at all