Chapter 9

Oz accepted the full burden of responsibility for being down three touchdowns at the half. The defense was falling apart, and the offense couldn’t find the rhythm. The running game had been all but shut down, and Oz’s arm and instincts were strong as ever, but they were choking the passing game, too.

“The second half will be better,” Patton promised, falling into step besides Oz as they passed through the tunnel. “You just need to make a few adjustments.”

“It won’t do any good.”

“Yes, there are weaknesses in the Breakers’ defense. You know what they are. You watched the tapes.”