My cat just turned 10 this year. My fluffy son, the ball of fur called “Boris,” is clingier than ever now that he’s in double-digit years. Don’t get me wrong: I love that he wants my attention and wants to snuggle all day, every day. Still, this feline stalker also constantly finds his way under my feet, nearly tripping and killing me on daily basis. It doesn’t matter where in the house I post up to write or work or eat; he’s there.
That’s exactly the issue top wide receivers face from defensive coordinators who employ “shadow coverage” to guard them.