I have been doing this long enough to have written off men like Bridger Tindall, who was found at a regional combine by a scout whose flight had been cancelled. 143 yards is the league's way of saying nothing is settled. Out of Pitchfork A&M, which sends one of these to the league about once a decade. It counts the same as anybody else's.
4,410 yards over four seasons. Sixty-seven touchdowns. Forty-six games. There was a 1,519-yard year in there. This is not it.
He turned twenty-seven this year. He is from Gdansk, Poland. Ask anybody: he is popular in a way that does not show up anywhere useful.
Boarhounds, 5-9, and fifteen weeks gone. Oscar Kearse is in year forty of it.
Tindall has a rule about not reading anything written about him, which he breaks.