This is the story of a man who spits in the face of adversity. A man who marches to the beat of his own drum. When the chips are down, you can depend on this man no matter what the situation is. A man that will fight for that inch, that will tear himself and everyone else around him to pieces for that inch. An Ohio man. A man that when hardship strikes, his true colors come out. And those colors are scarlet and gray.
UPDATE: Take the above paragraph and apply it to this guy too
Big play Gary doing what Big Play Gary does. Who needs hands when you’ve got your knees, nuts, and ass to catch a football?
Now let’s not blow this.
Man. When Braxton announced his position change a few months ago, I figured it’d be a process and he’d have to go through some growing pains on his way to being a serviceable wideout in Urban Meyer’s offense. Nah. Boy was I wrong. Braxton made his presence known the first time he touched the football by making a diving catch that even the most seasoned of wideouts would have trouble making. When the ball is in Braxton’s hands, good things will happen.
This offense is downright terrifying.
Bottlegate 