Maybe you have heard of football and the game's championship "Super Bowl" this Sunday? And maybe you see football as the most American of games. But baseball is America's game. Not football. And yet, so many identify football with America. This is so wrong. Football is American only in a few disparate, sometimes contradictory, ways-even while football may be the least American team sport. Now, football cheerleaders, they are American. I dare you to identify something more American than football cheerleaders. But football itself is practically European. It is a sport controlled by money-sharing, redistribution-of-wealth agreements and a strong labor union. No team is allowed to get too wildly rich. Everyone needs to work together to accomplish a goal. It's downright socialist. The only way in which football is American is that coaches, like executives, always get new jobs after failing miserably and that Keith Olbermann ruins everything.
Football is also the most team-oriented major sport. No single person can carry a football team. Teams are made up of a large number of men who specialize in highly specific jobs, with almost none of them able to do any other one's job. And their physicality is evidence of the specificity of their work. In what other sport can you find a 6'5" 365-pound dude and a 5'11" 198-pound dude on the same field and on the same team?
Now, in the lead-up to Sunday's Super Bowl, there will be a lot of story-lines. Haitian player supports the homeland. Peyton Manning plays dad's old team. A Saints win means New Orleans has finally fully recovered and we can all openly stop caring about its plight (which of course we all did back in 2007). One narrative that will not bubble up to the surface, because it never does, is that of the offensive lineman.
Offensive linemen are statistical phantoms. Penalties are the only numbers offensive linemen ever accrue. Yet their duties are the foundation of every star's on-field success, from the quarterback to the wide-receiver to the kicker. If the linemen don't play well, the household-name players with endorsement deals fail to be superstars at all. And yet the cameras almost never show them, unless, once again, they screw up.
There is no fantasy football offensive line. And even fervent football fans such as myself can name very few linemen. The Baltimore Ravens' Michael Oher is now probably the best-known lineman-and not because of his on-field play but instead because of the story of his hard-knock life. And even then, the protagonist is the woman who saves him, Sandra Bullock. Oher just blocks for her.
Drew Brees is a superstar quarterback who can find receivers and make tremendous throws. But what would announcers say about Brees if the Saints line had given up more than just 20 sacks this season? And what of the Colts' hall-of-fame-bound Manning, who was sacked only half of that?
I asked Bob Bostad, the offensive line coach for the University of Wisconsin Badgers, what makes offensive linemen different than other players. "I will be short," he said. "I believe that offensive linemen have a higher level of accountability. They don't 'make plays.' They must allow others to, so assignment and consistency within the game plan is essential."
One paradox of being an "offensive" lineman is that you are often on defense. That is to say, you are often trying to prevent a result. In pass blocking schemes, this means taking your drop step and then waiting to get hammered by a bull rush over and over again. Success is not measured by what you did but by what you kept someone else from doing. With the job that essentially boils down to "protection," is it any surprise that so many offensive lineman are married family men?
Coach O'Brion is head coach of the Fall River Pirates middle school program in Wisconsin. Last year he went 9-0. He says it was maybe his best O-line:
There are two major misconceptions about linemen. That they are unathletic and that they are not smart. Asking the backside guard to pull all the way across the formation and kick out an outside linebacker is no easy task. Pass blocking is akin to playing defense in basketball... only rougher. At higher levels of football o-linemen are often asked to make calls and adjustments at the line of scrimmage and relay the changes to their linemates. The center is probably the most cerebral of the positions. In fall camp, I always try to pick my center first and find a smart kid to fill that role. And while coaches are always using cliches and metaphors, one of my favorites is five separate fingers on a hand are weak. However when all five of those five fingers work together to make a fist they can do some serious damage. The same goes for your offensive line.Going into the deal, they know they will never get any of the credit and will do most of the work. The only time they get noticed is when they screw up. It takes a special kind of person to be a good offensive linemen... O-linemen need to have a 'big picture' view. Good linemen are often your hardest workers and humble, add in a little mean streak and you have someone special. I have always said linemen are the heart and soul of a team.
Before he was Coach O'Brion he was just Andy O'Brion, and I played offensive line with him. I was a pulling guard and later a center. A fairly bad one too, on a succession of teams that were not great. The Seattle Seahawks of our conference. But I contend that there is no more "team" feeling than being part of an offensive line as you break huddle and swagger up to a 4th and goal, shoulder to shoulder.
My only lament about being an offensive lineman is not the lack of recognition or the mangled fingers from being "cleated" or the play-after-play brutality, which even for a lover of physical violence such as myself, can grow weary and tiring by the 4th quarter (especially when the defense won't do its job), or the defensive ends hands to your face that the ref never sees, or just the simple, annoying fact that you fall down on almost every damn play.
No, the biggest problem is off the football field. Offensive linemen are perceived as fat. But most really are not. That's right, the offensive lineman has body image issues.
Bodies like an oil drum stacked atop another oil drum with another oil drum atop that; no fashion looks good on them. Thighs thicker than waists; no pants fit properly. Calves like two-gallon milk jugs. A sport coat is an absurd waste of a cotton field. Offensive lineman-especially great offensive linemen-are freaks of nature towering the height of some NBA players but with muscle on top of muscle on top of bone the thickness of baseball bats, and then some fat padding atop that. Banana Republic, J. Crew, Express-their cuts are hopeless. When one can even find a stylish size 46 (or 56) jacket, the arms are too narrow. Shopping at H&M is an absurd farce for any proper guard, tackle or center. Skinny jeans and the hipster aesthetic are a conspiracy against people who can lift their own body weight straight up over their heads, and then do it again.
So as you watch the Super Bowl this Sunday, take a moment to consider the offensive linemen. They would appreciate it... even though they wouldn't expect it.
Abe Sauer really has a hard time shopping.

"In what other sport can you find a 6'5" 365-pound dude and a 5'11" 198-pound dude on the same field and on the same team?"
Ice Hockey on 8-bit Nintendo.
Or the NBA. Shaq and his ilk about 7', 300-320 lbs. Iverson is 5'10" 165.
Plus you could probaly find people of those dimensions in a typical World of Warcraft guild, though in that case most of their weight would be body fat.
Thanks for this, Abe. As a Jets fan I can appreciate the difference that a good O-line makes.
Steve Hutchinson.
I was an offensive lineman when I was a younger. I left the sport after a hard tackle took me down and I was convinced (as was the rest of the team) that I had suffered a serious brain injury. From under my helmet I felt the crawl of a substance that was at once crusty and gelatenous--like a thick jam...and in my dizzyness I was aware of a weird nutty smell in the air--I was convinced I was about to enter a vegetative state.
Turns out it was the toasted PB&J english muffin sandwhich I had left in my helmet earlier that morning before leaving for the game. NOT the spectacularly tragic life changing sports injury I was counting on (which would have been incredibly cool).
side note: I was dating the guy that made the tackle....we broke up soon after--as I had suspicions about his motives in the whole affair.
Many aspects of this story are excellent, I must say.
I am totally laughing my ass off right now.
did you just write an article on offensive linemen? because I didn't read it.
Oh no, there isn't a bloody Gooner in here is there?
Can you let me know if he did? Because that might be awesome. I guess.
Arsenal sucks
I knew there was a reason I liked Awl commenters.
Damn it, that was meant to be in reply to LondonLee. Arse fans are awful.
@LondonLee: ahem, excuse me?
There are more than a few Arsenal fans here.
I support the team that will hopefully be thrashing your lot on Sunday.
The other way that "football" is American is when a team owner threatens to move the "franchise" to another city unless they build him an expensive new stadium. Also, the fact that teams are called franchises is very American too.
Thanks for that -- o-lines win games, and never get noticed unless they get beat. I don't know if that quality is a uniquely American, but it is admirable.
All I know is after this Sunday I'll finally be able to get rid of my Super Bowl beard. She's driving me crazy with all the stupid football talk!
a+
I've always believed that Offensive Lineman were the true heroes of football. Maybe that's because growing up as a kid my heroes were Shell, Upshaw, and Otto.
So are Defensive Linemen the assholes, then?
No, kickers.
Nah, kickers are #2 after wide receivers.
Fall River really went 9-0 this year? I remember playing them a few years ago and the were horrible.
Yay for the picture of the Giants line! Hello there old pals! I miss you so.
Snee and Diehl can always be counted on for a false start or two at a critical moment, though. And then the announcers can always be counted on to crack wise about awkwardness at the family dinner table en route to reminding us for the umpteenth time that Snee is married to Tom Coughlin's daughter. Which is certainly a fun fact, but I hereby call for a new bit of trivia in 2010, you know?
They never mention the shotgun Tommy had on hand at the wedding.
That was by default b/c it is the ONLY "cool" photo I could find of an offensive line (Patriot line excluded), which kind of mirrors my point.
But but, the Patriots line represents the five layers of Visa security!
Too bad they do not offer a single layer of franchise quarterback knee security.
"strong labor union?" um, compared to college football's non-existent players' union, yes. compared to the nba's and mlb's, not at all.
Exactly. MLB has the strongest union, by far.
"All contracts are voidable at management's discretion" is not exactly the position with which most union leaders go into negotiations.
That said, nice article.
The NFL union is notoriously weak because the length of the average player career is too short for any of the players to willingly skip what is likely to be 1/3 of their lifetime income.
Football is american in the sense that it is a metaphor for the east-to-west conquest of territory. At each down marker there are clashes and a retreat, a treaty is signed while they wait until the onslaught comes inevitably again. European Football, and Iroquois Lacrosse are played back and forth-across the landscape, while the american sport is more focused on the ownership and security of individual yard-lines.
When commodore Sloat sailed into Monterrey he whispered "touchdown".
Bravo, sir.
Slow day? Offensive linemen on the Awl? Different, for sure.
Anyway, it's all true as the fact that my team was immortalized because of their offensive linemen, The Hogs, and now suck ass because their line is absolutely sub-par thanks to owner Daniel Snyder's unerring touch for the lowest rung.
You know why I love football? Because people never write overly clever think pieces about linemen that make you think of Michael Lewis articles.
Sorry, left out the linkage
Oh hey, SOMEBODY isn't checking the links in the original article. Can you guess who it is?!
My bad. I did check, but did the rationalizing thing of thinking, well, hell once it became clear that this was just the Lewis article all over again, why don't I go find that great Magary post that was a better and funnier version. Then I read the rest of your post. So you got me on that. Was that underminery enough?
I have a lot of compassion for these guys who basically get concussions for a living (not to mention the players rolling up their legs behind them). Ban three point stances!
Look for my upcoming New Yorker piece: "Soccer Midfielders: International Cocksmen."
Whoa. Abe. I never thought I would see the name Bob Bostad on The Awl. I talked to him a few times when I covered the Badgers for one of the student papers (the superior one!) though all I remember is he had gigantic hands and I think a deep voice. Are you based in Madison? Or did you just want to talk to the engineer of what might be a top 10 line next year.
I grew up in WI. I wanted to talk to Bob because Badger O-lines are legend for their size, quickness and brutality. Thanks to their strong lines Badger teams play smashmouth run-ball which is why everyone who is used to the SEC finds them BORING to watch. Having been a lineman, I love it. (and yes, next year's badger line is awesome). Bob was very nice to me but was kind of like "WTF is this about? What? Get the hell out of here." One of his to my question about the misconceptions re: O-lines was "I don;t know and I don't care." Great guy. Great coach.
Also, was it the Cardinal!? Because that other one sucks. Of course, in my day The Onion was the best student paper.
I knew I liked you, yes: It was The Cardinal. By the way, his disinterest in the misconceptions angle totally makes sense because I don't think he personally identifies with the position. He played LB in his youth (and has that body) and in 06 when I met him was still just the tight ends coach (a position, I might add, at which UW was and still is inexplicably stacked). But the man understands blocking, clearly.
I remember reading somewhere that, for all his crimes against commentary, one of the greatest accomplishments of John Madden was the attention he brought to the importance of the offensive line, and the need for them to be some of the smartest guys on the field. Or maybe that was when he was still a coach? Ah, senility. In any case, nice post.
There was a Madden Offensive Line award this year. The first. (went to the Saints line).
I feel so good after reading this. I'd much rather read what Abe thinks about sports than, say, Malcolm Gladwell. He's too skinny to have real opinions!
Nice story, I recommend reading "The Blind Side" instead of seeing the movie.
And that's not Oher. That's John Jerry another bad ass offensive lineman from Ole Miss.
Sigh. Yes. 74. I will have to throw Choire under the bus for this selection.
How will this affect my sports gambling?
"I asked Bob Bostad, the offensive line coach for the University of Wisconsin Badgers, what makes offensive linemen different than other players. 'I will be short,' he said."
Thank God.
Back when I was doing the Sportswriting, my friend was a legitimate sportswriter. He still is. He would attend the various CFL banquets where one or two tables would be devoted to each specialty. He recalls walking in and instantly and subconsciously having proof right then and there of stacking and racial profiling. All the black guys were at the same few tables.
I would expect a similar analysis of somatotypes could have been done, but my friend is so heterosexualist he is almost unable to notice the appearance of any player. (You know the type. Or actually, Awl readers may not.)
All my bobsledder friends "on the Facebook"Â have exactly the same build, except for the formerly blind guy and the littlest bobsledder, who is additionally Maghrebi and a model.
The half may run for fifty yards,
The full may buck for five,
The quarter's the brain of every gain,
He keeps the drive alive,
But when the tiers,
Are arock with cheers,
And the airs like a nip of wine,
Here's a toast to the souls,
Who open the holes,
Down in the muck of the line.
OLINE IS FINE!!