The barbaric scream is Derek Wolfe’s signature, his final act after bulldozing an offensive lineman, or two, and then taking down the quarterback. He will emerge from the pile, bend his knees, puff his chest and let out a howl so loud and so demanding that he cannot be ignored.
It is a celebration and a release — another sack to add to his stat sheet and of rage that has been building since he laced up his cleats and stepped on the field.
