Myles Garrett would rip my head off. If you put me under center—or, frankly, even in shotgun—it would take him something like 2.6 seconds to dislodge each of my ribs and deposit my lifeless body onto the turf.
But that’s on the football field. I think if you gave me a lot more space, and maybe put me in a noncontact jersey like quarterbacks wear during practice, I could keep the NFL’s new single-season sack record holder off my tail. If I’m being perfectly honest, although I’d be a little afraid to say this in his presence, I think Myles would eat my dust.
