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He taught me that when I could no longer successfully elude a tackler, I should let the man have a memory of the tackle as vivid as my own. In other words, why should I be the one who gets clobbered? As long as there are two of us in on the play, and I have been slowed by others to the point of where I canβt break away from him, he ought to take half the blow. Then it wonβt hurt me so much. I enjoyed that. It made sense.... More and more often, the second time a guy came at me, he remembered that first shot heβd taken from me. If he hesitated or rolled into his tackle instead of driving into it, I had the upper hand. Iβd ram right through him or over him, and suddenly it was the scared little running back scoring rather than the big brute executing a crushing tackle.
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