131 yards for Beau Jugg, against the club that did not want him. We did. He says almost nothing and is listened to anyway, so nobody expects him to say much about it. The fixture comes round again next year.
Across six seasons: 5,688 yards from scrimmage, sixty-five touchdowns, ninety-six games. None of the others were this good. For two clubs.
Twenty-seven, and Cinderbrook, Pennsylvania before that. Nobody planned any of it. He was found at a regional combine by a scout whose flight had been cancelled.
The club is 6-3. Hoot Jessup is in year twelve of it.
Jugg is the last man off the field, every week, without exception.