Story time.
As I watched the first quarter of the Buccaneers game during my wife’s annual Christmas cookie blitz, I felt in such a similar position to Baker Mayfield. We were both getting dog-piled — Baker by 300-pound nose tackle Kenny Clark, and me by my sister-in-law’s young children. We were feeling the heat, as Baker got strip sacked and I literally battled to keep my house below 75 degrees due to a dozen people bustling around and a constantly churning oven.
For both of us, it was a lesson in perseverance. At near-identical times, we both locked in and produced clutch performances.