Week 6 Trench Warfare: Steel, Sweat, and Unapologetic Power Football
The mid-October fog is rolling off the river this morning, thick enough to cut with a rusty linoleum knife. Up here in the press box, I’m scraping dried mud off my boot heels with an old brass shoehorn and watching the turf crews roll out the chain-link markers. We are six weeks deep into the CRFFL campaign, fellas, and this is where the soft-bodie...



