Everyone nodded. It was the obvious play.
They moved the ball down the field. In each situation Peterson would note several plays the consensus thought would work. When they finally took the ball in for the score on an off-tackle play, Peterson laid his chalk down and sighed and said. "I wish it was going to be that easy Saturday night."
For a while they discussed various plays, and then Peterson asked if anyone had anything to add. It was getting late, well after midnight.
But Tobin Rote got up, clearing his throat, and went to the blackboard. He drew an offensive alignment. "I've been thinking about the quarterback roll-out. We might be all right on it if Philip Wood is in there, but I don't think Gadd has got the speed if he's got to try and get outside. I thought we might give him more of an option by letting this guard hook through here and take the linebacker to the outside. That'll free Z to come in here on a crack back block and you've got Y taking his man straight ahead. That way Gadd can come back inside if the guard can get Willie out wide enough." He diagramed the play in a few swift chalk strokes.
"Won't work," Conover said.
Rote looked around. "Why not?"
"Because the guard can't make that block on Willie, that's why not," Conover said.
Rote dusted his hands off and laid the chalk down. "Al, you've got your flow going the other way. That'll freeze him. Then your guard gets through there before the quarterback ever rolls back to the right."
"Oh, hell, Tobin," Al exclaimed disgustedly, "Willie's 10 yards outside him. By the time the guard gets through and goes for a block the linebacker is already in our backfield."
Rote came back and sat down. "I'll tell you this. I stood over centers for 15 years in pro football and if a guard can't make that block he's got no business on a football field."