With his large body beginning to rumble back in to the sidelines, he grimaced when his head turned back to look towards Duke. If the man couldn't get back in what were they going to do.. He needed to talk to the coach. "Coach!.. Coach!" He called out, while undoing his chin-strap and removing the helmet from his face.
His jog ended up near Coach Sims, breath taking a movement to suck in the air. "If Duke can't go Sir.. Ya need to throw me in there.. Now now.. It may sound crazier then a loon but hear me out.. Taking another breath before nodding his head. "They gunna be head-huntin' no matter who ya put in as Quarterback this time.. Steele is your only quarterback, and ya need him there looking at the plays, calling it out... Adam is the only one able to shake off those lasso's and get free of those men.. I can't get open worth a damn so I'm just useless out there.. but if there is one thing I can do is take a shot." Stretching himself out, letting his helmet dangle to his side. "Ya dun wanna lose Steele no siree nor Bronk... So put me in there, get Steele to tell me what to do on that walkee talkee or mic.. and let me feet do the work. They talented enough to catch a few balls, and I can run, I know I can run if needed. At the very least what happens?.. I'll get hit.. and I'll walk it off... Takes more then jus' one shot to keep me down I reckon."