Under the bright lights, on the not-so-immaculate Whitaker Fields, There Will Be Blood dominated, yet again. Out of the four touchdowns comprising our 29-0 victory, two were converted interceptions, one was thrown by yours truly, and another was thrown by one of our stellar go-to quarterbacks. We played the advertising graduate students again, who seemed more prepared than they did during our scrimmage a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, they were no match for There Will Be Blood. Our defense kept them from getting into the red zone throughout the game, while our offense marched down the field with drives of two or three plays, maximum. With a 3-1 record, next week will be a scrimmage or practice to prepare for the playoffs. For now, I'm off to nurse a wicked concussion. Being tackled (literally) as quarterback and thrown to the ground by a run-in with my own teammate? And here I thought this was flag football . . .
