Hot feet

Since Marshall has been having trouble defending the run, I initially thought of having Marco strattling the mouth of a giant meatgrinder. You know the kind your grandmother used when making ham salad for a picnic. I had the Bearcat ready at the handle waiting for Marco to fall in. However, I decided this was a bit too gruesome -- especially after seeing the movie "Hostel"
-- I won't be doing anything that moderately graphic anytime soon.

This was my other idea which is more pro-active for Marco. Trying to avoid getting chewed up by the Bearcats is not Marshall's goal, but trying to stymie the Cincinnati ground game is.

In doing this one, I was reminded of those weekend assignments I'd get from my college drawing class when the instructor wanted us to draw ten things from the dormroom -- an assignment that invariably included drawing a towel, a clock radio and either my or my roommate's shoes. (I still have a cowboy boot in a sketchbook somewhere.) I didn't want to put too much detail in the shoes as it is only secondary in importance to what Marco is doing to the Bearcat -- a little fire by friction. Ahh! Those Boy Scout days!