I love the Tennessee Titans. My teeth are little and blue from cooking up the good stuff with Mike Mularkey. Demarco Murray and Derrick Henry, these jorts don’t bleed. Kendall Lamm, Josh Kline, Quinton Spain, it don’t matter baby, we’re running the outside zone. Marcus Mariota v. Denver spurned the glorious rise of Ryan Tannehill play action. Mike Vrable’s nipple piercings. Randy Bullock’s teenis. Jadeveon Clowney, Jonathan Joseph, Dylan Cole, Kendall Lamm, MyCole Pruitt, David Quessenberry, Ben Jones, and all the others who started in Houston, and arrived in Nashville, to start a country cover band. A team that takes chances, wears jerseys that are two colors of blue jeans, knows their scheme, finds the archetypes to run it, and plays football in a bizarre and beautiful way.