An option with the Bback crashing the middle to be swamped by five tacklers, two assistant coaches and the drum and bugle corps, giving half the GT viewing audience a chance to leap to its feet, throw beer cans at the TV, and scream, in unison, "Here we go again! Same old thing! When are we going to get an offense that works?" The other half will shrug, "You were expecting something different already? Now we can start the game." And I am giving odds.