Try to imagine yourself on Grant Field. You get your first look at this "flexbone offense" after you kickoff. It moves like an option, lightly, bobbing his head. And you keep still because you think that maybe his visual keys are based on defensive formations like Meyer - he'll lose you if you shift. But no, not Paul Johnson. You stare at him, and he just stares right back. And that's when the attack comes. Not from the fullback, but from the side...from the other two A-backs you didn't even know were there. Because Yellow Jackets are pack hunters, you see, Johnson uses coordinated attack patterns and he is out in force today. And he slashes at you with this... a highly precise rushing attack, like a razor, on the football field. He doesn't bother to bite your jugular like a lion, say... no no. He slashes at you here... or here... or maybe across the belly, spilling your intestines. The point is... you are alive when they start to beat you. So you know... try to show a little respect.
