Andre Lindquist Jr. was the younger brother of a player nobody in this league remembers. Every one of those is a scout who kept his job anyway. He learned to cook properly during a rehab year and now does it for the offensive line, which his teammates have stopped remarking on. The ones who arrive like this tend to know what it cost. That is usually worth something in December.
12,604 yards over seven seasons. 193 touchdowns. 127 games. His best was 2,277. This is not that, yet.
He is thirty, out of Ashfork, Arizona. Ask anybody: he would rather be almost anywhere else on a Tuesday.
Bighorns, 7-2, and ten weeks gone. Nikolai Renfrow is in year four of it.