Ode to the Offensive Line

Brothers in arms as we stand. Swift as a ninjai in the night yet gentle as a mothers love. United we stand to defend whats ours. The lights at our back as we claw our way for the offense. Bloody and brusied we keep fighting for that win. Screams and cheers for the home team as we protect our brothers out there with us. Together as a closed fist, the trust of a military squadron. We defend each other from head to toe. Together we are the offensive line.