Terrell Larue, formerly of the Smelters: 132 yards. He was asked about it and said it was just another game. He is the first man in the building most mornings, so nobody expects him to say much about it. The fixture comes round again next year.
Across ten seasons: 9,185 yards from scrimmage, 121 touchdowns, 130 games. There was a 2,281-yard year in there. This is not it. Two of those shirts belong to somebody else now.
Verdigris, Kansas is where he is from. He is thirty. He was drafted on a medical gamble that three clubs would not take. Before any of it he drove a snowplow for the county.
Nightshift, 3-9, and thirteen weeks gone. Meatball Speight is in year fourteen of it.
Larue has never once been photographed smiling on a sideline.