To borrow from the great Jim Croce, you don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger, and you don't mess around with football! Perhaps some of you have heard of this sacrilege that is called "The A11." Its creators are trying to pawn it off as a new style of football, the next big thing. One that will change the game. They spread nine players across the line of scrimmage and lineup two QBs in the backfield. Everyone is eligible. All eleven players. Get it! And when they snap it, you don't know who's going out and who the ball is being snapped to. Oooooohhh! Sneaky. I mean it's a joke. A mockery. It's a mockery of a joke. I say no. No to changing the game. Are you with me brothers? I need to hear from you. I need your help to stand up to those who cannot see the error of their ways, the forest for the trees, the old one-two. I'm running out of relevant cliches here people. Join me. Join my protest. Join me on the picket lines. I'll be at every Piedmont football game or anywhere else this abomination of the game is being acted out. If I have to drive to every school in every state across the country where this A11, this so called style of football is being perpetrated, I will.
