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for the way they’d been stockpiling receivers like Michael Gilmore since they’d been in business.
    They’d been doing this even though the Bulldogs had never had a quarterback accurate enough or good enough to get all those hotshot wideouts the ball.
    â€œHe’ll end up in the Pro Bowl one of these days, wait and see,” Charlie said.
    â€œWe should have taken a defensive lineman. Or a linebacker.”
    â€œLike who? All the impact defenders had been drafted by then. Why waste the pick.”
    â€œWe can’t stop the run,” she said. “We’ve never been able to stop the run.”
    â€œOur problem,” Charlie said, knowing he sounded like a know-it-all, and knowing that would make her dig in even more, “is that we’ve never been able to score in a scoring league. Michael Gilmore will give us a better chance to do that.”
    Anna crossed her arms, shook her head. “We need wide bodies, not another wide receiver. Did I mention that we can’t stop a sneeze, much less a good running back?”
    â€œJust because we’ve been wrong drafting skill position players in the past, doesn’t mean we should pass up a guy like this, especially when he fell into our laps in the fourth round.”
    â€œOh,” she said, “he’s got a position all right. Just not enough skills.”
    Grinning back at him. Enjoying this as much as he was. Never giving an inch.
    â€œHere you are, always breaking down football like it’s a math problem,” she said. “But then you fall in love with a rookie receiver like any other crazy fan.”
    â€œI am a crazy fan,” he said. “Doesn’t make me for-real crazy.”
    It was just one of their normal debates. What Charlie and Anna would be doing from now until the Super Bowl.
    Neither
of them giving an inch.
    In that moment on the screen, Chase Sisk threw Gilmore a short pass and he turned it into a sixteen-yard gain.
    â€œYeah, you sure know your football, no question about
that
.”
    Anna made a face at him. “Sarcasm is a weapon for the weak.”
    â€œWhat’s weak,” he said, “is your opinion of this guy.”
    Before long it was 24–0, Bears, and Anna reached for the remote. She muted the sound on the game, saying that the announcers were starting to annoy her. Something that usually happened when the Bulldogs were this far behind.
    â€œAnother stellar team my uncle Matt has assembled,” she said.
    Charlie wasn’t ready to give up just yet. There were only three minutes before the half, the Bulldogs moving the ball for the first time all night, JJ Guerrero in at quarterback, a free agent from UCLA they’d signed during the off-season. Didn’t have a great arm, but could move in the pocket, wasn’t afraid to mess up his completion percentage and quarterback rating by throwing the ball away when he had to.
    One more thing that Charlie knew about football: completion percentages and quarterback ratings could lie right to your face; you needed to see how a guy got to both. Look for the numbers within the numbers.
    He wondered if the people in charge of the Bulldogs did the same.
    Charlie said, “Can I ask you something?”
    â€œIt is going to annoy me as much as these announcers?”
    â€œHow’d your uncle Matt get the job in the first place?”
    Anna rolled her eyes.
    â€œUncle Matt played in college, at USC,” she said. “And he’d always done well helping Gramps in the real estate business, and with the sports radio stations they ended up buying. And it was Uncle Matt who did a lot of the negotiations with the league and with the city. On top of all that, I think Gramps had always promised him that if they ever did get a team, they were going to run it together, the way Jerry Jones does with his kids in Dallas.”
    JJ Guerrero missed with a third-down pass into the end zone, Charlie seeing that it