Unlike many of the writers on this blog, I am not what you would call an elite football mind. My knowledge of what is happening on the field more or less devolves into confusingly yelling about #RUTM while wondering what happened to the bottle of bourbon that used to be in the liquor cabinet.
To that end, it occurred to me that I might not be the only person who after muting all commentators not named Beth Mowins (Golden I forever) has no real idea what's happening on a given play. I don't know the terminology, and it takes me far longer than it should to identify what side is the boundary and what side is the field.