If you are an aficionado of power football (like me), you might feel under siege at times.
We ran just about anything during my high school career — as long as it came from Woody Hayes’ playbook.
Veer, iso, speed traps, counters, crossbucks, sweeps — we played all the hits, sometimes from the Fullhouse and others from the I.
I always saw the wing-T as a different breed, though. When we were facing …