There's something deeply satisfying about watching your team run the ball on a defense. It's the ultimate imposition of will.
This attitude likely speaks to my troglodytic Generation X upbringing where a healthy childhood was measured largely in truancy, misdemeanors, purposeless bomb making, attacking friends with BB guns, hurling shuriken at human chalk outlines on fences, boxing/wrestling tournaments in the garage where someone inevitably got their head put through the drywall, doing commando rolls off of roofs until someone broke their collarbone and shooting kids from the street over with Roman candles. Anti-bullying campaigns weren't really a thing yet and my smart mouth guaranteed that anytime I encountered older kids with some attitude, there was a 20% chance I'd be chased, robbed, or dangled upside down off of some stairs.