My coach in college, Nate Kazcor always had a philosophy on offensive line. Your smartest guy was your center, your most athletic was your tackle, your guard was your biggest thug. A guard would be a guy who’d cut his mother to make a block, which made him most dangerous. Always had to look out for the guy who’d cut wouldn’t just walk to the line but was willing to go over it at any point.

I think another feeling is blowing up your side to watch them consistently run to the opposite side.