Well, let’s gab about this Saquon fella and his football numbers, ya know, the ones they call “stats per game.” I ain’t no fancy expert, but I can tell ya what I see, same as watchin’ the chickens in the yard, ya see who’s peckin’ the most.
Saquon’s Runnin’ Like a Wild Horse
This Saquon, he runs like a wild horse let loose in the pasture. They say he needs, what, 418 yards in the last three games to beat some old record? That’s a whole lotta yards, like stretchin’ a cloth line all the way down the road and then some. They say he gotta get like 139 yards every game. That’s more than what I walk to the mailbox and back, let me tell ya.
Now, they’re sayin’ he’s already gettin’ ’bout 121 yards a game now, so he’s gotta run a bit faster, like when the dinner bell rings. He’s done better than that 139 yards a few times this year, so maybe he’s got a chance. He’s young, only 27, that’s just a spring chicken in my book.
- He’s got over 1600 yards this year already, that’s more than all the yarn I got for knittin’.
- Someone named Emmitt Smith, he’s got the most yards ever, a whole bunch of numbers, like 18,355. That’s like countin’ all the grains of sand on the beach, ain’t nobody got time for that.
- And this other fella, Dickerson, he ran a whole bunch back in the day, when TV was just black and white, almost. He got 2105 yards in one year. That’s a mighty long ways, I tell ya.
Breakin’ Records and Such
This Dickerson fella, he did his runnin’ in only 16 games, but these young fellas now, they get 17 games. So, Saquon’s got an extra game to run around like a rooster in a hen house. That seems a bit unfair, like givin’ one kid more candy than the other, but that’s how they do it now, I guess.
They’re always talkin’ about Saquon’s “position” and his “age” and “height” and “weight”. Well, I can see he’s a strong young fella, built like a brick outhouse, runs fast, and don’t fall down too easy. That’s all that matters, right? Like a good plow horse, gets the job done. They also talk about his “college” and “draft” like he’s some kinda fancy beer, but I just care about how he runs on that there field.
Every Game Counts
They say he almost broke his own record in one game. That’s like almost catchin’ the biggest fish in the pond but it wriggles off the hook. He was runnin’ hard, they said, specially in the last part of the game, runnin’ and runnin’ like he was chasin’ the ice cream truck.
So, they keep track of all this, every game, every yard, every time he gets tackled. It’s like countin’ the eggs in the henhouse every day, gotta make sure nothin’s missin’. And they keep sayin’ he needs, what, at least 120 yards a game to catch that Dickerson fella? Well, he better get to runnin’ then, ain’t he? He needs to run like the wind, like a hound dog chasin’ a rabbit.
Just Watch the Boy Run
Look, I ain’t no numbers person. All this talk about “stats” and “averages” makes my head spin. But I know a good runner when I see one. And this Saquon fella, he’s a good runner. He runs hard, he runs fast, and he don’t quit. So, let’s just watch him run and see if he can get all them yards. It’s more excitin’ than watchin’ paint dry, that’s for sure. Whether he breaks that record or not, he’s still fun to watch, like a good fireworks show on the Fourth of July.
And that’s all I gotta say about that Saquon fella and his runnin’. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed the chickens.
