There is at least one moment in everyone’s life when frustration builds while trying to accomplish a goal that seems inexplicably both out of reach and at the tips of your fingers all at once.
Whether you are pounds away from that max rep in the gym, a few delicate strokes from perfecting that painting, pages behind truly understanding a scientific concept or any number of goals we try to reach throughout life, the difference (so often) between failure and jubilant success seem insurmountable and inevitable simultaneously.
That, in a nutshell, seems to be the Stanford offense.